Lines and passage
Through the night lights burning brightly
Stars and figures
Along the summit's edge
Kept and holding
Stark reminder of thoughts worth binding
If for only
A moments peace
Running
Trace the coridoor
Fingertips along a cool walls edge
Falling
Trace the figures
Kneeling in a trance
Slender shoulders
Graceful movements in earthern casing
Folded petals
Dripping fresh rain down
Hiding under
The vestments of parchment housing
Stilled beneath
The quiet ground
Seeds and struggle
Faith that grows in the ground up rubble
Eyes turned upwards
Faith turned in...
Friday, December 30, 2005
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