The words left altogether.
Thoughts and feelings, memories divided.
Discrepancies voluntary.
Deceit the ring
Around the foundling’s mare, to ride the darkness
Of the approaching storm.
Thunder heads rolling
Behind angry cloud banks.
Spitting sparks.
Angry,
Divisive showers.
The universe showed me once how to smile despite myself.
A garden amongst stone.
An illumination in the downpour.
I looked again today and history became the mirror.
The reflection of a purpose restrained.
Less crafted
Than yielded, of the moment, in relativity.
I feel the blankness of shock.
I feel the depth of the night
Spent away from the one I love.
And yet I crackle with life.
Reset
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 8:05 PM UTC
The words left altogether.
Thoughts and feelings, memories divided.
Discrepancies voluntary.
Deceit the ring
Around the foundling’s mare, to ride the darkness
Of the approaching storm.
Thunder heads rolling
Behind angry cloud banks.
Spitting sparks.
Angry,
Divisive showers.
The universe showed me once how to smile despite myself.
A garden amongst stone.
An illumination in the downpour.
I looked again today and history became the mirror.
The reflection of a purpose restrained.
Less crafted
Than yielded, of the moment, in relativity.
I feel the blankness of shock.
I feel the depth of the night
Spent away from the one I love.
And yet I crackle with life.
Reset