A seed must be buried
Lonely ocean of ebony air,
black sand beaches with empty stares.
Stars and galaxies losing their ways,
abandoned desires for creating new days.
Upon the verandas of a tormented mind,
far away on its horizon the sun tries to shine.
A seed must be buried before it can grow,
then liberated from its darkest hole.
The deep silent well of the spiral's abyss,
is the place where a new understanding of life and love exist.
...& so true...
the view from this veranda is a vista of opportunity...
may we all find freedom from torment soon.
Thanks for sharing...
Roger