Morning star
24 March 2016
Empty space
Deconstructed times
Words carry
Weight of hearts
Weaving pain and hope in arts
Of the spoken thought
We forgot
The yarn spread inward
Spinning wheel
Turning slow
Built upon the fading glow
Redesigning worlds
We once lived
In a land of wood
Broken staff
Pointed hours
Out from within realms of scars
Time gushed peeling skin
We loved once
Book of faith and glee
I washed Hearts
Laundered souls
Dark matter amassed like coals
Reeling in waters
Piling black
Capping me like dunce
Triangles
Compressing
My roundness into angles
As I squeeze contours
On love’s path
We oft take detours
Ray meets Pi
Shadows’ death
The walk on circumference
A greater journey
Morning star
It buds within me
Rising light
Carries me
Into meadows of morrows
Where forgiveness lies
Reading of the poem:
Ameno – Era
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