Sunday, January 1, 2012

First day of a New Year

Within the ticking moments
which time has flung through life,
I see the image wrought and drawn,
sure carved through endless mind,
in ways which birth beyond the now
to die before the dawn,
in riddled moments born in night
and suckled at the breast,
of dawning year, and drizzled hopes
to draw me ever on,
toward the source of all that is -
to what I must become.


  1. I hope you continue to be "drawn ever on". You are resolute in your peering into the past. Bringing it to life by your words. Wishing you goodness in the new year. xo teri

  2. Thanks Teri. Best wishes to you as well. xo.