Sun DriedA Poem by Bubo
This came from my mood recently, its how I imagine being cleansed might feel like, who knows?! Some journeys just seem so long with no answers.
The burnt sun gazes upon her feet
While the breeze envelopes her defeat
Ghosts of the past linger behind
She imagines, lazily waving
Caressing the borderline of her mind.
“They don't know me” she thought
“I slipped in, slipped out, a shadow, cross to bear, nothing lost, nothing gained”
She stared ahead
Inhaled deeply, exhaled releasing fragments of souls
Trapped within her for so very long
The breeze inhaled, tipping furiously
And with a mighty exhale blew those souls out of earth,
The bleeding stem of her heart choked
Freeing shattered shards long since broken
All that had been unspoken spoke
Through the pores of her skin
She freed the tainted sin within
That soaked the hardened earth with new life
Cleansing deep cuts on her crippled feet.
She lay naked
While the sun instructed the moon to halt
The wind gathered her up
Blowing warmth through her bones.
Her eyes gazed into the sky
“It's not for me to wonder why” she sighed
The sun dried her eyes
“No tears, my dear, the heart can never die,
Nor can we deny what we wish to crucify,
We must learn when it is simply time to say goodbye,
And unify the lost child waiting inside. ”
When she awoke, sun had gone, the wind slept
But the moon blazed, smiling down at her shape
“Get up, child, you're going to be late”
“But the journey is so long, and the road so wide” she cried
“But you have been blessed, now you are sun dried”
She rose, like a magnificent tide, glorious in life.
© 2010 Bubo
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Last Updated on August 24, 2010
London, God, United Kingdom
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