Monday, July 30, 2007

solidarity w/ the captive

What does one say when shaken
and metered? Can silent
expression command
tidefalls; projections?

An outburst of costly saved
spent observations
to take in a tale born of pain
leaves me pensive

Still willing to trust that
there's something trustworthy
-in the eyes; past the parting
which tells us of stories

I listen still faulty, in
worlds, seperate, foreign-
Your flesh takes blood too
to keep it from failing

I listen with healing as you
would listen to me
not you God, not your wisdom
as you are not free.

1 comment:

paris parfait said...

And you write poetry - is there no end to your talents? Beautiful, bittersweet poem.