Thursday, March 16, 2006

Moonless Night

I am sitting here

Wondering about the world I see

Where I fit

Who are you God


Connection a distant hope

coloring the frozen tundra

of the outback where I dwell


Raised sword held by

bloodied fingers torn by thorns

while grasping for the rose


Where are you Lord

Who is love


Facist handiwork of my own design

keeping my love safely confined

nurturing my childish view


Waits to be nudged

from this tower


Alas, death


Yet the world's gaze beckons

My soul resonates

Expectations fade as smoke mingles with the midnight air

Revealing my name

your name

refusing to be comforted

this is my path, our road home

to the watching world seemingly frozen to love

As tundra

Alas, Love's way

Love's soul

Beckons

1 Comments:

Blogger Tom said...

Glad to see you're writing again; missed having a good read with my morning coffee.

2:46 PM  

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