Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Eight small stones

1. Spring sat silent,
Winter spat in Summer's face,
Autumn grieved alone.

2. Black cloud on winter
falling toward bright Summer
as if possessed.

3. Your tears fell slowly
upon waiting, grieving heart
to heal in sighs.

4. The moment drifted
onwards through a gentle smile
to settle on me.

5. Words wilt through me,
dribble into sullen places,
denying knowledge.

6. The mind rises
Holds and
Lights the way
Through tangled
Thoughts and
Swamped emotion.

7. Dancing fears and
Creeping lives,
The mind rises
And holds
The light.

8. So often life
Feels crumpled,
And yet within
That crushed feeling,
Such beauty.


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