Esoteric music plays in my ear.
A child has a hard time settling.
(Remember that in the morning when she does not want to rise)
fingers let the trembling of the drum fade out of them
a hurting soul soaked in our healing rhythms.
well, more than one.
but one with pain writ in eyes, skin
and tremor that only those that know
Beats continue to heal me, but
most days I am strong enough to give back.
tonight's hurts were for the physical pain of new visitor
the emotional strain of a caregiver,
My offerings are of love
compassion that flows from pores
and sparkles with tender remembrances.
I taste their strain
and wish to blow those days
away on wings of tomorrow's sunrise
on wings of a journey spent
A path trod rough and broken
with tertiary gardens askance
sown with bitter tears
of love's tragedy.
A new day,
sprinkled with dust
from fairy's hopeful wand
and filled life of dry gardens
with new, unbeknownst, yet mystical flowers
on seeds of belief
and life's delight
as my dark night,
dim determinations and
stubborn blossoms survive
*I linked in to the very tale end of One Show Wednesday
& think I just might throw in a link to Imperfect Prose