Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Across the Divide

Duality reels in plays of spin
weaving in silk of wishes within.

Blinded by chaos, binded
in shadow, worshipping idols
in mazes of hedgerow.

When yearning in earnest
isn't fulfilled, and brimming
in brine is offering chill...

All do rise in morning light
healing is woven in netting tight.

What lies before us
is honesty seeking,
bare branches touching,
promise worth keeping.

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