"Be at rest once more, O my soul, for the Lord has been good to you."
Psalm 116:7


Sunday, February 28, 2010

Thoughts-while clipping clean clothes on the clothing line under a starlit sky

Whole moon adorned -jeweled stars,
Twine vertically, swooping - a smile
Stretched by chain-linked bars.
Quixotic, aromatic, dampness once a pile
Doomed.

Deprivation-bygone that which clasped me fast.
Familiarity smiling upon impatience
Falsely subduing-chaste,
Laughter pleasing myself.

Taken by my Beloved,
Insipid being blooms?
Upward gaze I to my Beloved
My opened wound swoons.

Lifted higher went my head
“No”, said my soul
You, Him, be lifter higher, ahead,
Praise that which took the toll

Void-that which held me
Once upon a time dependency
My mind, heart did not see.

Clipped clean
Bayed breeze
Drying, seen.

My clean clothing floats against glowing mountains, oranged waters, silent nighttime, fluttering with ease-delicious-air that tastes good-of freedom.

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