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.