“Hello, sun in my face. Hello you who made the morning and spread it over the fields...Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.” -Mary Oliver
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Shake the Dust
Reflection
Illusion
what's the difference
With each beat
a memory rises
shakes off the dust
regains its color
comes back to life
moves across the room
moving across my mind
filling my heartbeats
so close that it can almost be felt
so far that it breaks your heart
all over again
wouldn't it be nice
for one night
to hide away
beneath a fort of blankets
and take a peek
into yesterday
and pretend
it hasn't gone away
the past whispers
what seems to be true
in this moment
who knows
the future hides behind a mask
or so it seems
wipe your tears
wipe the sweat from the nape of your nake
wipe the blood from your collar bone
carry on
Labels:
fresh start,
life,
Poetry,
the past
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