Sunday, January 26, 2014

The Morning Sun

Days and weather changing,
Erratics of thought and purpose
Shifted and shaped
Beneath the puzzle of new handholds.

Moving upward -
A synergy from shattered focus.
Reflective, fluid and reforged.

The shadow of fears
Burned and blown away,
The morning sun, the slashing wind.
Welcome companions, at the edge.




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