Chasms and Crevices
The light bleeds skillfully from the vast west sky,
Creating chasms and crevices of cloud,
Inviting the dark in for a swim;
A pleasant dive,
A refreshing slam…
The voices laugh, the skies roll,
Destiny grasps or envelops souls with wit and foreshadow.
The dawn is broken, my back hurts,
But the spirits of the blind fly high for lack of boredom;
For they are entrapped.
The key to the door of not so laundered thoughts swings and invites
And most times shuts you out.
The pear tree always stands strong and bears fruit because its soil is fortified and just,
Its petals true and needing more truth from the ever knowing sun,
The harbourer of this faint satellite,
Our comfortable and oh so far, ever living abode.
A shade of my innocence flirts with my quick memories…
No comments:
Post a Comment