Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Slipped Through the Fingers of Ambiguity



Here when gone
The essence remains
my vagrant heart
believes in love's domain

Clarity tugs at my leg
Wants to get picked up
I ignore and proffer it
drinking from confusion's cup

The skin on my teeth has a tear
But there is light in my eyes
All of my knots
Have now been untied

There is nothing to say
I made peace with this
Now it's clear
No longer a grey mist

Always a pile
Never a single strand
Felt myself get quiet 
Never want to demand 

An open field 
With empty hands 
Never to break
That which does not bend


B.D.W.





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