Friday, May 31, 2013

The Color of Sand

            — Inspired by the poem "Beyond the Pane" by Greg Hewett

Infrequent gazes of heavy boughs descend
into, beneath glances of suddenly sprung oblivion; 
we are unknown to ourselves, 
beyond comprehension and greed.

Is tomorrow an open promise
or an inevitable threat?

One never knows 
where solace may be found, 
when music could erupt from a throat once closed
from night's insincere embrace.

Wildflowers gather slowly, gently cloistered by dew; 
we bend and shift positions, trying to align
all the dying stars within our eyes.

A porcelain bowl gleams at daybreak,
waiting, perhaps wanting, to be filled 
with either sustenance
or silence.