Sunday, February 12, 2006


barren white knelt to stir the river and the finger tips numbed freezing the lost tears behind the shimmering viel
could it have been the before hand dispirited and broken reaching for dripping icicles forgetting past survival songs

look to the sky the fire of new dawn swallowing handheld hearts blowing glitter embers on sand

the stars shine these cold clear nights

- See: Poetry