sojourner

this is ...

the beginning and end of every gesture

time is old, our love sequestered

inside all the broken parts

with hearts on sleeves wage blood adventures

time is short yet we still venture

life not found on any chart.

love not taken may be lost on beggars

all are takers, lovers, dwellers

squatting together yet still apart.

diseased, not feeling, love is texture

while solace drips to cure the leper

and claims to still even raging hearts

through valley's promise, lead to mercy

so not alone we all can journey.

weary broken, but never apart.

Reviews

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

I would say these new poems are your best writing ever, full of depth and wisdom, and how you use the words are so perfect, I can only admire :)