Saturday, February 9, 2013

The Veil

what sun do I dream of?
it blazes here, but it is brighter
or clearer always where I think
it will shine next

each day I give the wind my breath
but time is its lone rider

again this year, I will miss
the anchored blossom of flowers;
unable to map the rain
my magic is homeless
and I fear I'll never stop
until a voice indistinguishable
beckons me to rest

wild or blind?
at least I've found a peace
in the sound of my footsteps alone

yet, my hands are getting soft
so that at night, when I am lost in loves strange colors
and I feel the gaze of unknown eyes
I worry whether I am recognizable