a water shadow slipped up the bank
close to the noon of the day.
Remind me of all the seconds
falling around me turning into minutes,
who would I be away?
Is the stealth lurking of my imagination
idle to a whispering labyrinth of discontent?
Close in behind me now,
I have heard the rattling chains come to life
And the bolt slide stubbornly
to the latch as many times
as the rippling rain opens from the sky.
I could not be lost to an empty domain,
where the melancholy sun
streaks through the windows
adding hue to the dark echoes.
Everything in my home is screaming
to be touched again,
yet my words have no voice,
my hands cannot feel
and solitude is hidden
in the brine salty taste of all I hold in you.
Everlasting to Everlasting
I know, which time cannot take away
The key is in the spring
I will move to the morrow and unlock
all things that come anew again
Reborn in panoramic green
and violet chasten with yellow overtones
What sings in the voice of a sparrow?
What flourishes with
a single touch of grace
from God the creator?
What is it to yearn in all the space
where love once stood?
Better yet not overwhelmed.
As a sweet breeze lifted above the waters of heaven
I am yet not left alone with joyful anticipation...