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Tuesday, March 24, 2009


Can't you see
the wings across
his bent back ,
the halo
amidst tousled hair,
the light of knowledge
and understanding
in his attentive eyes.
He is a thirty second
revelation between
the footsteps
of moaning ghosts,
their passing breeze
rustling pages
of belief
held close
to his wandering body.


Lisa said...

beautiful, so beautiful- he sounds like my son xx

Anonymous said...

Heh, Splendid.

Every Photo Tells A Story said...

Beautifully written!

Moses said...

Nicely written.Must have gone deep and been in the dark at least a few times.

ambersun said...

Hi again

That's a lovely poem - I always struggle to write poetry I'm better at prose.

It reminds me of one of my friends who is sweet and angelic but very, very troubled.

All the best.