In a wasteland of memories
Lies the footprints
Indelible
My past slowly erodes
Yet fossilized
I remain
Yet never alone
I am reminded
By each hug
gentle ear and smile
That love is alive
I am here for the sheer joy
Of bringing happiness
Peace to darkness
Solace to destructiveness
I ache for those who mutilate
Sacred waters upon their skin
A barrier of epidermis
Meant to shed and wither
Yet grow and renew
As the seasons change
Bring on the rain
thank you Jet...I love that graphic
ReplyDeleteI have
http://blog.myspace.com/torisunflower2
http://blog.myspace.com/sun3476
my poetry sites plus I can also be found on wordmachinist.com
Rain is good. You have to have rain if you want to grow.
ReplyDeleteso very true..thanks and nice to have a non spam comment!
ReplyDelete