The Grasses That Part (2005)



carving stones rest lonely in the valley,
tuberous grasses growing abundant
slide in a remark about how I’ve been walking away
a feeling, felt so often, felt yet again
burning a hole in my soul and my world
comfort is far from this dangerous dark alleyway
a pressure, a point, a time in which we’ll unite
yet singing softly won’t bring me there
the¬†yakking old parrot won’t even speak to me tonight
barricading myself into the chamber of music
I breathe at last, I breathe, I win
An organ proudly displaying of sin and shimmering with soft candlelight
Copyright L.M. 2005.  (Written October 31st, 2005.).

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