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.