Today the tired world cracked and all the trouble
ran down over me.
My heart so sick,
My eyes search everywhere
for wings or quiet meadows.
Content in my twilight bed with poetry,
I wait now for Evening to switch on
the stars to break the solid stone of shadow
and dapple the darkness
that filled my hollow husk today.
About Me
- CK
- Orleans, Cape Cod, Massachusetts, United States
- "LET it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten, Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold, Let it be forgotten for ever and ever, Time is a kind friend, he will make us old. If anyone asks, say it was forgotten Long and long ago, As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall In a long forgotten snow." -Sara Teasdale
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