She travelled at night
collecting confessions
tossed each regret
in an apron of sky
shook all the blossoms
from trees not yet blooming
fed them to birds
who could no longer fly
polished the dreams
she found on the sea shore
offered them back
to an ocean of days
ignited the light
that was caverned in darkness
ended beginnings
in mysterious ways
collecting confessions
tossed each regret
in an apron of sky
shook all the blossoms
from trees not yet blooming
fed them to birds
who could no longer fly
polished the dreams
she found on the sea shore
offered them back
to an ocean of days
ignited the light
that was caverned in darkness
ended beginnings
in mysterious ways
'fed them to birds
ReplyDeletewho could no longer fly'
now there's an image ... mysterious ways indeed!