Wednesday, January 4, 2017

betwixt

Capricorn golden, amaranth & kasbah blue
sounding strangely like a meadowlark's song
searching i am
for 
something  . .
as I dervish wildly;
slicing the fragments of my bindings
whirling madly waiting for the collateral damage & blood
just when i believed all secrets & paradigms were caged. . .
I catch the scent of some mystery, some truth still buried
illusive & teasing. . .
tolerance adapts : leaving me numb - resigned
until the warmth of that shine and the richness of that song nudge the hollowness
and
I
dance
scouting & revealing 
love's
trust
&
truth


1 comment:

  1. As always, you leave me wondering about what lies beneath your words. I would love to find love's trust again.

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