Tuesday, June 07, 2011

Rebirth




Divest the clothes of lineage
our rainment arretay
our heretage of ancestry
to pool the soul at play

Now glistening from chrysalis,
now light alights from shade
now form aglow in reborn bliss
alone, alive a sparkling day

No comments:

Before The Buds Break Through

On this hill we stand like phantoms staring into the ghostly shell, where at night a slide of the focal eye slips a moment ...