Sunday, August 22, 2010

I remember a time, remote,
When feelings heaved
Then froze,
Cleaving mind from tapping toes
Leaving heart transfixed
Within the icy floes.
The frost, unmoved for years,
Grew thicker with the tears,
'Til hope, itself, seemed dead,
Succumbed to drear and dread.
But time flowed.
Far below,
How, God only knows,
Life never stopped
Hope never died
'Til one day a tide,
A wave of balmy weather,
Finally arrived,
And I survived.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

For the briefest of moments
I am suspended in space
Seemingly separate
Self contained

What I fail to see
Is that this is the briefest of moments
The ground of my being that gave me birth
Will swallow me
The ripples I made will fade
Like distant memories