Friday, May 21, 2010

Poem 1

Life is a journey whose beginning we don't remember. Yet every life has its first moment of awakening.

I struggled in my cage
and turning saw you 
sadly standing in the road.


I think you wanted me
to come. The grey hills
slept in the soft dawn mist.


Somewhere a bird cried
a love song to the sky.


After you had gone I
leaned against the bars
and wept.

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