Monday, April 25, 2005

Ecstasy and Agony

He watches the trembling minds
who dare to soar from edges
and by defying the struggle against blackness
they find Him, the wind.

He whispers through their descent
and finally they die together
in the depth of the water
but arise still in a place

not yet discovered.

I believe in the breath
he gave as we broke
through the water.

1 comment:

zeb said...

First rate poetry. I hope you continue to pursue your obvious gift.