Enduring a Loss
That gash which doesn’t heal
Is a river you always feel.
Against banks slosh waves of air
Into ears reduced to terror.
Turn back from the rushing current,
A cul de sac to be stagnant.
Don’t jump in, it is cold!
Think of it as Nature’s fold–
A story never told.
Turn back from the rushing current,
A cul de sac to be stagnant.
Your spinning compass easily goes
In a direction to which a river flows.
Turn back from the rushing current,
A cul de sac to be stagnant.
Bits of gold, to fight disdain,
bring warmth and soothe your pain.
leaves and stars fade
As light dispels the shade.
You’ll never need lucky stars
With love sent in daily jars.
seemsame 2015