“In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest
where no-one sees you, but
sometimes I do, and
that sight becomes this art.”
― Rumi

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

unresolved

pregnant pauses
thoughts teetering
on the edge of
unsaid whispers


memories in denial

missed chances or
narrow escapes perhaps
all a matter of perspective

what would have been
in a parallel unniverse
without her
or him
or her

perhaps freedom
or loneliness
or both

winding though the road we walk
many are those that we never tread
why then does the unbridled mind
trespass up on these uncharted paths?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hmm... there's a thought!
J