Friday, June 15, 2012
In the morning after
In the morning after,
Soft light disappears here in the cocoon is many that seek laughter.
In this delicate mending of different threads,
That folds and folds till no cloth is left.
We write till no more words make sense,
And in the burden of those heavy stories
Makes the eyes of the children weep.
We seek salvation in the pages of words that disappear
in blank pulp and hard spines.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Journey
We heave and hull over the mountains,
till our feet are sore and our bodies tell us we can’t carry on.
But to the land of softness and gliding winds we must go.
The rains push us forward and evaporates into our skin.
Our minds are not weary of travel but filled with verse and song,
Till our journey takes us into oblivion and utopia and the lands
shine with crystal fire.
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