Poetry

8 Months…

A month, a day, an hour,
A minute, a moment, a nanosecond –
It surges forth, this nothing from nowhere,
Dissolving the framework of all familiarity.

 From its null greatness, it spirals downward
Collecting in complexity the tiniest point, barely seen…
Without disappearing, it lights in the distance,
Beaconing in brightness – a yearning of closeness!

 Out of bounds but within reach, sight without fade;
Steals from behind in comforting clasp –
A hug from the heavens in a Heart unknown…
Tears stream now in a river of restless refuge.

Let me dream in your Heart
  In the still sting of my day
  And cuddle the pain
  In the hearth of our Home!

 

tpt 4/26/2017

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