Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Short Eternity in Solitude

The desperate rose
cries to the cloud wordlessly,
with only me to hear.
The sun longs for the flower,
in the snowy blanket of winter
and I am there alone to bear witness.
Holding myself in the shadow
for so long,
I have forgotten why I am alone,
like a sage on a mountaintop,
who has forgotten why he was there.
Drinking the tears of the mountain,
until silver tips his hair.
Life beckons from just outside my view
and waiting just around the corner,
I find you.

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