Tags
bliss, connection, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, memory, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, resurrection, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering, wonder
poetry
keeps one more line
as folded bits of you
evidence
to graces
wearing through
cleaved apart my mystery –
held me until then
when last I knew
– once I’d be
again
guarded apprehension
solace works the same –
as years erased
were I
another flame –
sweat beneath the covers
wept aloud at times
for choices
gone the way
of useless rhyme
silently to wander
beyond the feel of light –
tis there
I hold my rest
and take my flight
beholding as to everything
some meaning
to discern –
how much of me
remains
for me to learn
. . .
tornadoday 