New Rhythms
I study the lake with its stripes holding up faded towers against a clouded sky. It is time to erase this longing for night and accept the gift of another day. I have lost what I have lost, and neglected some clinging remnants. I have opened my eyes in a new world that asks of me only my desire. What can I give; what shall I take? Whatever floats into words, somehow shaped by new rhythms and surcease from what no longer holds me.




beautiful poem!
I thought & hoped that the view would be positive….