Friday, May 25, 2007

Almost seen / Being still

Sorrow mounts wing again,
this 'lost' voice with none to hear,
hanging weightless, universe amidst.
Few known, know not, and hope . . .

for comfort not sought . . .         within.
Ramparts of joy out of reach,
languishing they sit, anchored in sorrow,
sharing in false relief, without hope of better.

Perhaps I have helped, sharing,
though soaring high, deep in sorrow,
still, hoping for a friend
who may loose the great joy . . .

Outstretched wings covering, still,
great distance, effortless . . .
seeking wellspring to drink.
Lifelong search, almost seen . . .

   --3/23-24,26/07

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