Winter Morning

Winter Morning

Adrift in an unceasing twilight,
a persistent hiss of my heart
Bitten and beaten, kept a mole,
bitter with anger, nomadic hate

Embraced by mother salt,
gone is the long dark night
Find identity in fluid slate,
tolerance from a speechless mate

And the gift!  A swell of middling height,
the slide, the crouch the timeless cover
Sudden sun!  Shimmering light!  Now a humbled acolyte
Callous, she gives, she takes, she will console

An infinite instant of light
Everlasting relief for my soul


John 01/2010

This is the same event described in the short story "Winter Morning"   by hbar , which is in my Pieces of Infinity folder.  At the moment I find this piece lacking, however like the short story maybe it's my inability to describe the event with words, either written or spoken.