Muddled Meandering
Dec 05, 2015, 10:52 AM
MUDDLED MEANDERING 5 December 2015 . Your regal stance in the rain on the nextdoor rooftop, oh silent hadedah, answers the grey of the skies and its tears that float the irreversible shock that has the essence of me strangled. . Little pair of kingfishers preening on the forlorn once mulberry tree in front of me, I am glad that the history frozen in its branches can never rupture your tiny beings the way it has done mine. . Grasp happiness, sweet, darling birds and fly it high in all-weather skies for that is life’s supreme gift. I embraced it once upon a forget-ago and will again some day . . . perhaps.