Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Hope

Lavender rivulets of months past
without you are barely visible in my rear vision.
Unexamined memories dissolve and travel
through capillaries searching for a vision to release them.

Moods meander to a steady inflection now,
circulation having replaced detachment.
Beyond the pain I will have dislodged
all that has held me, to dream afresh.

Perhaps I will long for the warmth
of that moulding clay that
couldn't emerge from its form,
but then I will choose to move forward.

Yielded in surrender, liberty's entrance
will transform into the brightest day
overflowing with promise and song
that on the river bank I scarcely imagined.