"embaced" poems
Glorious anthesis to light,
you shone
black midnight sleep
with nothing but flickering flames and lingering embers.
You surrounded us all
like a blanket,
your maternal arms embaced us in one brief moment
like the candle flame flickering,then, flicker, then gone.
In your rustic time capsule,
you swallowed us up
an omnipresent reminder of our fragilty,our powerlessness
in the wake of your fury.
But you stopped stomping your rooted feet,
as our yellow beams returned,
as if they never were away,
yet it's a caveat perhaps?
In the midst of our mundane rountine
that made us-halt-
for awhile
we took a step back,slowed down,stilled
to just be.
Just be.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC