Slowly, I try to drown these thoughts
no hurries, I own all the time I need
desperate for any sense of urgency
in removing the sense in you and me
neding to heal this heart so burned,
another painful lesson learned.
Far is where I find myself,
caged in empty walls of air
finding peace I long to earn,
another painful lesson learned.
there, out in the bright horizon
is the blue print for a sacred apology
the one I viewed but barely heard...
another painful lesson learned.
Its a lovely image....I could see the soul appearing in the skirt quite meaningfully...I will get back again to read the poem....
ReplyDeleteWish you a very happy and creative new year.....