Thursday, October 22, 2009

the time of ember

Her heart is full of ember.
The kind of warm truth.
She feels it shaking her bones.
Shaking them almost dry.
How long will this ember of warmth last.
A possible minute longer than the story?
These thoughts run up and down her spine.
Waiting for the wonder of the cry.
This burst will transform her.
More than she's been told.
The ember truth will shatter.
To reveal the beauty of love.
A beauty so pure, so true.
Her heart won't take it.
And she'll move to be.
On a cloud up above.
- L