Monday, May 14, 2012

What’s Your Glory?

Rain drops as they burst upon a windshield
The heart rendering wail of a child
Soft smooth chocolate rolling on your tongue
The sweet smell of mud
The guttural croaking of frogs
Unknown feet trampling through the night
Tired nerves that shiver in my arms
A pen tapped on my shoulders
Innocent eyes that you could dive into
Astute hope
Cleansing tears
The tremble in my fingers
A vision
Deep clear blue peace

14th May 2012