29 Aug 2012

it'll pass

1 comment:

  1. Life's window pane
    Leaks winds and rain
    As little words all ache.
    Life's larger frame
    Quakes quite the same
    But life is, for our sake,
    A way to look
    Beyond the book
    And into what might be.
    The pages turn
    And memories burn
    By storied alchemy.
    Little writes
    Of days turned nights,
    Sometimes absently.
    Looking out
    In faith-filled doubt,
    A horizon is the sea,
    Stormed or calm,
    Both bane or balm,
    I'd sail and so soar free.