February 2012


10:14 23 February in Rhyme

Gather your shadows

gather the screams

where the long lost love

of forgotten dreams

march to the drum

of your soul’s command

in the battlefield

of a blind man’s band


gather your shreds

gather the splinters

the haunting howl

of demonic winters

where frost-bitten faith

singing songs of sorrow

hides a hope-filled sun

and a warm tomorrow


gather your courage

then gather your being

there’s a life beyond

our fractured seeing

these are times of war

with our souls at stake:

we are remnants of

an afterquake.