Waylaid

Splinters torn off my soul..some poems

Saturday, March 25, 2006

Thoughts-Unthought

A murmur of a thought
and I say…no!
I have traveled that path
and seen
an ivory moon
an early sun's crimson
and eternity for solace
no…my sweet,
not now
a quiet sigh…
and nothing
....like a child in its mother's arms,
the murmur slept off.
Only the depths of the night knew
which bud in my garden
would not bloom lovely
That dawn.

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