Wrapped in ashen clouds

pale shrouds of sadness.


Retracing each dimension of

my heart yet finding no refuge.


My head bent recounting

all the days of my life.


Lost in this blur, this landscape.

Where are we? Where can we go?


Wanting only one fine thought to

fill this empty haze of hours.


One fine contour, touch, tincture,

one fine tone to dim the noise.


Who stole my sparkling sky

leaving only memories of love?


What remains is only minute after

minute of more and more loss.


Always searching to find harbor in

oceans where waves rise to heaven.


Within deep quiet, small awakenings begin.

Fragile butterfly…radiant blue winging up up.