Where be the senses once awakened true ?
Where would such feelings, found, gather again,
Once age replaces stage? It seems life drew
Its own conclusion’s bed; its inner pain.

I think the senses need awaken new
To press ahead passed memories long gone.
Maybe rebirth should sweep us all askew
To save the senses lost when day is done.

I wonder long among the rushes, lain
Upon an altar strange. Would willow weep
Another past, stoic, within the rain?;
In absent thought I reap emotions deep.

I sigh to linger without sense of peace,
Knowing, like all, my life like death will cease.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 8/1/09