Tuesday, 8 July 2014


fire burns to ashes
wind blows the dust
air stirs the treetops
dryness weeps for water
life passes on

sorrow and joyfulness swing together
upon tomorrow's losses

so pierced

broken through the so soft surface with the strength of steel
causing water to seep from the pool of my eyes
breaking dawn what loss will you herald?
what sorrow will you incorporate into your day?
what thread will your dusk weave through the night so as to connect my piercing with yours?
when will the so thin thread glimmer silver in the fragile morning light
be pulled so tight so as to unite us in the grief of death
and the joy of returning so transfigured?