Father and Friend
The sun warms the sky and dark silhouettes become trees. Small shapes by the road become people huddled together - waiting.
By Archery Owl2 years ago in Poets
I went to the therapist. He wanted to know if I’m still thinking about her? Well, I wake up every morning and I reach for her.
Mind’s gears turning slowly Pushing through the dark molasses Poured by wounded soldiers fighting a forever war. They see purpose in the struggle between brokenness and normal.
Pressed against the ground I watch and wait for new days. Flowers bloom and seek the sun.
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Lines separate and connect Up and down Back and forth Carrying joy and sadness Hard lines over soft dirt Built for war and greed
Breath to Breath Flesh to Flesh Hearts together for a season Greeting each other with a holy kiss - then more Self-giving love
Heart melts like wax and falls heavy in the night The sun awakens the day Birds sing
