He who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead; his eyes are closed.
--Albert Einstein --

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Sunshine


The sky is a heavy gray
I see the darkness coming
and I sit and wait
there's no strength for running

Sunshine illuminate this soup
show me the end of the maze
dry up these doubts
and evaporate this haze

What do you do when
you can't be you anymore
with all the exits blocked
except that one door

I think heavy thoughts
respect and death and grace
and dream of what becomes
legacy and worth and place

And then hope bursts through
as the way is most stark
I hold my breath and swim
through this wave of dark

Sunshine shine on me
rock me gently and sing
songs of laughter and marrow
til' pain is just a thing



2/13/07

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