Saturday, February 26, 2011

The silent meaningful

The wind in respect has retreated for a rest
to allow the birds and bees and me
a chance to freely fly
into the silent meaningful.

The sun burns its ardour down
like a conciliatory embrace
for it knows that in the silence
I’ll find my past mistakes.

I’ll also find how love can be
when wings aren’t clipped and tied
and the busy, busy, worker bee
that scattered can’t decide.

I’ll find the sons and daughters
born to enlighten me
and all the dress-up clothes
that hid my vulnerability.

And I’ll find you standing there
at ease in your belief
that mingled, meshed, and intertwined
with transitory life ~
and I will find I cannot find
the silence of your heart!

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