Sunday, May 5, 2013

perhaps









in the dark beyond
in the dim beneath

forlorn in shadows
of my own footsteps

waiting

for rhythm to wane
for silence to heal

wounds 

not claimed or recognized 
in reflections of quiet water 
moving slowly toward the sea

returning home
after a long journey 

wisdom was finally found
unveiled under silk scarves of night
flickering in the starlit shimmer 

of my pulse

a fragrant wind will bear 
a gentle kiss, 
a soft whisper aloft — 

perhaps
in this way 

I shall be remembered