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...

2 comments:

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 :)