| water's edge |
|
| upon the water's edge |
| i fear to turn |
| and face myself in
all my twilight faults |
| indifferent ripples
mirror the accused |
| is this who i must
be? |
| and dare i wonder if |
| the sky's deep
amberglow |
| will be my dusk or
dawn |
| as shorelines' refuge
gently melts |
| into the arms of
patient waves |
| their whispers
without words |
| i've come to know |
|
| upon the water's edge |
| i turn to face |
| its quiet surface as
it waits |
| while i recall a time
when once |
| i held proud power to
decide |
| to merely walk across |
| or part it carelessly
aside |
| but now as dark |
| and quiet currents
beckon me |
| i only hope the
breakers will be kind |
| and this cold lonely
plunge |
| not last too long |
|
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| © Jon Bohrn (1997) |
