A life in poems – Page 160

3/10/2021

The eye of the storm
Moment of clear sky clarity…

Final forgiveness, final farewell
Now the adventurers all set sail…

A rock skipped as a stone sunk…

Treading holy water
Yet to be walked across
Yet to submerge…

Sitting in the blue
Standing to the side…

When I look inside the box…

Butterfly with broken wings
Broken thoughts, hail to kings…

The horizon’s end
Always to far
For one to reach…

As soon as Autumn bit my leg
I tripped and fell on my own head…

The crowd was dying
Dead and crying…