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by Doreen Peri » December 29th, 2014, 7:20 am
6am, silence keeps its voice
trapped in sighs, eyes wide
for multiple hours, dreams
seem to tease making curtains
wave. Can we ever be saved
from thought?
I caught a glimpse of first light
right behind the blind and realized
night chance is gone now, the sound
of a single winter bird breaking
the deadening hush, and in as much
as I hate to admit it, I will ...
we must wait
we must wait
patience, still
and so without a wink or nod,
I attempt to believe again in God
since I hear no other power
but the wind
which has carried him
away ...
today, the rising, meeting dawn
by windowsill, the opposite side
of the pane filled with mystery,
the opposite side of the pain,
a necessity for relief. I hear
the cheep of a winter bird's
mating call echoing
up the mountain
"go where you will go to.
some day i may know you very well."