Wednesday, February 03, 2010

The pause.

can't find my sunshine,
drowned in sweeping rain!
what joy to talk of,
when simplicity is a cloy?
smoothly nursing
old, open wounds.
a smile one morning,
ragged by evening.
happy thoughts
complicate a lot.
deeply, deathly, dark
in your absence,
my muse and witness
lives a strange silence.
a fallen stance enlivens
every beat as it begins.

1 comment:

Yes, I appreciate your "two pennies", drop in!