A TIME IN ST IVES

Feb 09, 2008 - 08:33 AM PST

The setting is
a cobbled twisting beauty
an Italian like town of dreams and memory
The sea frames and holds,
wideness and swirling,
rising and falling,
light filled dancing
above the darkest mystery.

This is me,
solitary in the woodland grass
to see a holy forgiveness
a blest rememberance.
There are those lost, in neverending blackness
there are those tugged down and dragged down
desperate and wretching in undertow.
I seek you, gentle longing in blackness
A flicker a glow softly healing.

This is the find,
a black door barred.
The sun beams persistent
The stone crosses, simple
pull the beauty and I open
crave, and hope they are enough.