A shallow pool of stirring quiet

a vortex of grief

twisting me into 

ungenerous belief.

 

Lost in the past

of reflecting asleepness

eyes turned within

navigating weakness.

 

Alone in the dark

the daydream is spent

I carve out a name

from a memory that is bent.

 

Surrendered in despair

hopes bulb flutters by

the touch of a dew drop

kisses my eye.

 

In order to live

a heart of loves fashion

learn to forgive

through tears of compassion.

 

Sweet touch of nature

you heard my call

I open,

I flower,

I listen to all...

 

Never again will I harmony mourn.