Friday 14 August 2015

Stir


Words aplenty, not one to speak?
Crowds breathing, individual dying.
So much to feel, what numbs us though?
Thoughts to share, fears lurking deep.
Forests to traverse, what enchains the beast?
Groping hands, empty souls.
Rains to drench, why desert winds surround?
Sunlight to kiss, darkness abound.
Skies to rejoice, why horizon eludes?
Open palms, everything anew.