Dis 30, 2014

Blessing A

feeling this getting start
air the dew
plural in “you”

prefer to day the girth
Which path in myself from me Taking
wings beyond forgive

Remembering remembering Whom
is January wild If
Inflicted

turned their chairs which desire
think ever to die
to loom

you perhaps expected light to hold

sing to chance the isolation
drawn knowing this tell
and soul my colors