As the blade of morning comes around for yet another slice
And the crescent moon puts yesterday considerately on ice
You smile into the biting edge of the sliver between the glass
To be studied at a later date when all of this has passed
And lick the lips of sweet tomorrows lined up on your bookshelf
And wonder if they’ll paint you crazy for talking to yourself
But here in history’s heavy haze where winter beats retreat
You find yourself another mile to wander down the street
To open eyes in wonder yet at all that is revealed
When broken ice and shattered peace brings harvest to the field
And picking at the scars that heal upon your heaving breast
You thank your heart for saving yet this dusty Rorschach test
8 comments:
mmmm Multi layered, full of thoughts to be mulled over, savored.....I believe this one might need to be posted over at rdg's place.
Good to see the jet lag has worn off your brilliant mind - back in rare form again, Pisces. Welcome, friend.
welcome back!
-zanzoun
one of your best — no matter where you go, there you are.
Thank you my friends.
rdg: of course you may use this; the more the merrier :]
zanzounito: still struggling with the new blogger I see:[ - I may be back, but i have limited time and access to the blog-o-fear at the moment, so my visits will be a bit sparse for a while.
greg: no matter how far I run, I'm still here ;/
you can go, just as long as you stop by once and awhile :)
zanzoun
p.s. yes, I hav given up on the new blogger!
Welcome back to the UK Pisces.. for all of its faults!
:-) Really enjoyed that one!
Hi, I really enjoyed reading your blog, it's awesome. Was wondering if you would like to add it to my directory? http://www.weblog-index.com
Thanks, Shelly
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