Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Desert Flower - Poem

Standing alone and discreet among the dirt of the earth
often finding solace when there is no water
safety in numbers is a myth in this time of need
adjust accordingly to the depth of waiting

crying softly into the night suggest an empty soul
illogical are the thoughts of comfort before shame
intense sessions of forgiveness give way to torture
however slight, the thought of the horizon drifts

stand there waiting for a moment of rescue
fondling the foundation on which you stand
waiting continuously for not
stand..... stand

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