Dec 232012

Lost for a moment

A hot dance flowed across my forehead
A thick shield raised in considered defense
Pierced by whimsical objection
Allowing a scathing sharpened comment to
wound the outer sensibility
the nick of a sword
Like a warm winter coat removed too soon
before the fire of comfort can restore
the inner glow
A drop of dew crafting carefully stolen fresh days

Outside the day moves on , pulled
beyond my view for a moment
rewards, taken, given
The sun has been directed to warm
all is forgiven
as choice makes it
This light illuminates the ideas of
and constructs words into monuments
with the deepest foundations.