Let this heart feel no more confusion
Let these eyes gaze not again
Upon darkened clouds of dismal doubting
from that somber sky,
At twilight do the winds send
that lingering snare from seasons past,
By which this harvest can not grow,
Bringing only lurking shadows
as they snake their way
Into the sunlight of my soul ...

Cloud to cloud
Add to morning dew
and by nightfall,
A flood do they find
Rushing towards that endless space...

What a wretched soul am I!
Without reason, without rhyme ...
Where those tender buds of love's first promise?
So gently seek to find,
Only to be trampled
Yet again,
Under weight of misunderstandings,
Waylaid ...

Winter is here
Mountains aching for cover
White blanket of solace to provide
that inner rest,
Bringing, Ah! Sweet sleep to hibernating eyes
who dream of springtime next,
Oh! Once again to taste the promise
contained in dawn's first light,
To walk among the living
To walk among the wise,
To run and dance with love's embrace
For all seasons,
For all time ...

01/06/2006

Posted on 12/05/2006
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