Tuesday, March 3, 2015

encircled (poem)

It's a blessing
to lay my head
in the circle of your love

but the circle
of serenity
lies broken
like a the thin sheath
protecting the brain
after the razor slips

I find myself rewandering
paths
I thought I'd passed

I can see, from here,
how we are all wandering
broken, in fire engulfed houses
while the only way out
is to see
that we
are all on fire

I see the flames

I am more alone
than any of those
that I see

and I have questions

is it because
I know that circle of love
where my head could lay
soft
or because
when the doors close
it's dark

and all I want
is to curl up
in that long
gone
lap.