Monday, July 5, 2010

sunset after being alone

The light is thick, a substance here, golden
on the hills of my birth place.

It makes me miss these scenes . . .
yet I know it gave me the strength
to leave.

If only I could
bring it back
with me. I'd show you the mystery.

If only I could
carry the deep dark
of the woods on my shoulders
with love;
then - you would know the cost.

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