Sunday, March 20, 2011

All the way to infinity

The clouds ride lightly over my softly sloping shoulders,
From a head bowed not with shame,
but reverence for how fragile this is.

But Love,
your Love carries me with a quite fury fuelled by gentle chaos,
Until I'm forced to admit,
that it was never my fault, nor even my choice,
and maybe I can leave the rest to God

1 comment:

  1. I think of this as an inspiration on
    structuring but , the where and way the words are physically placed are appear just seem important and meant to be, but the best part is the way the meaning glides along and builds smoothly with so few words but like its in an endless flight or something like that!. Needless to say I really love this and the pic is perfect too :)