Greed,
tall buildings breathe a sigh of relief
when stirring owls creep under stone hollow.
Cast wheels with inner emotion,
sheltered by one piled on one small light,
shine wild & free.
Weep with devotion,
Walk with inner sands of ocean
like a roller by the reaches of the rays of sunshine.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 473
Stay With Me
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment
Drop a line, a quip, a snippet, your pants, or an anecdote...just don't drop the soap.