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.