Wednesday, 7 March 2012

what i thought was a halo might have been a distant reflection.
a distortion of the light. accumulations of light gathering crystals
forming shapes around the body you live in.

fact is a matter of interpretation,
but i felt your truth.

so we hold our tangled life lines in soft fists
and face the (un)wavering line of the horizon towards which
we aim our prayers.

3 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

beautiful...

demie said...

I never pray. But I do hold tangled lines in my soft fists and I feel ( some) peoples truth deep inside me...

your words always haunt me ...

ellom said...

Very beautiful. And very pure, once again. I am touched by the places you explore in your recent writing.