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