again, not so fast;
prepared, colors fade into honest thoughts of themselves-
pastels propelled, tired clouds collecting into a sky of
something protected, or maybe even forever.
drifting dark into light-
i am traveling through daylight
and fading into a forgiven thought of myself-
shades faith and days we love;
i float along lines of reflective pieces
and welcome the will of the next season. ~
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theres a sadness in the backdrop to the stars, tonight;
a wetness in the paint – something less finished than i’d like.
the stars, at least, are still stars –
oiled light for midnight, and they burn
and almost seem to blur in a hope- –
God if i could have the strength to cope and know
that tomorrow will come, anyhow. ~
ironing out the inevitable,
the heaviness of metals, like led,
(i can still hear)
sleek chilled water
washes over black coal in the night;
it ebbs, and lets
in the light.
improving the aperture,
the dilution of ink as it bled.
(can’t be far now; so i try my joints:)
i can still feel.~
I could not turn from her;
I fixed myself on the line between my reality and her light.
It was comforting to be loved
And to watch Love bend with light;
Ascend with grace; give life its shape –