A New Birth

Lost in emotion, covered with reluctance
Cuddled by fingers which know every passing frozen ear and exposed cold teeth

Fingers gloved with residual wordless, soundless cries for warmth, thirst and rest
On a cushioned seat, every sound a thunderous reminder of the coming hour

Lost in emotion, cornered with reluctance, dipping in feign
Wishing it was rain!

To embrace the fraying strings of this soul to feel this place!
so bright; so light!

Or this place so bright; so light! to embrace the fraying strings of this soul?

Maybe nature would lend a healing hand and condescend
So that the light of inspiration blinds…………

My head guarded by this roof of no life, no mother,
repelling sound which
cannot be repeated
cannot be interpreted but certainly damaged until something or someone recognizes its purpose
Touch and make new again!

Like this soul
Cannot be interpreted but……

This world bears souls ravenously seeking that which exists
And that which fights for existence

I sit under these dotted skies
as its gleam weave these fraying strings to rope
Rope which cannot be damaged, destroyed or detached

A rope which sow this poetic piece
And harvested Venus’ Sheets