Wednesday, January 7, 2009


silent wild fury
descends from deep heights
quiet I stand
made of secrets
woven of desire fear music stories
almost blind
wonder at the majestic firs
pressed down with white
so weary of the weight I bear
a slight wind
powder cascades
from some high branch
a silent explosion
a salty tear
born of cold, wonder, secret pain
born of mystery like the stars
washes its path down my whitened face

I move on through the thick deep silence

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