Sunday, January 20, 2013

resting place

Tell me one more time

The story I should already know,

the tale of pain and woe that searches

for an ending, a place to stop and rest.

The bells chime, the funeral procession begins

We cling to what is gone and only know grief

The bird escapes his prison and there is a

Moment of bliss we choose to follow..

And it is enough...


Paul Boocock said...

Hopefully there will be lots of moments of bliss before that procession begins....

browland said...

ah, beautiful poem and a perfect photo. yes, learning to escape into moments of bliss :)