I can’t see anymore, what might wait there, what monsters or miracles, terrible and beautiful, glide all around me…
Category: Poetry Recordings
there is only that instant… when it returns… and I know such warmth again… when understanding dawns.
a chance come round again,
well-earned and willing,
to sing a new song,
wonderful and wise…
the fires burning quietly, this constellation of small stars surrounding me,
fallen to earth below…
Tucked inside was a copy of this poem, which was actually was written even earlier in 8th grade…
showing itself ever… only a tender cocoon… readying us for the life… yet to come.
for an endless instant,
to stop, this miracle in motion,
nature’s hidden, fragile light,
beautiful and boundless…
