uninvited


here i am ..staring at darkness
refusing to leave again

there is my tea and bread
pancakes on hot plate
pigeon at the kitchen window
streets of hope and light below

cutthroat world over my wilderness
the guest comes and knocks my soul
not prepared not ready to fall
I want to caress this frail wall

aint anything this shining
than this guest of hope
who came and bolted the ruthless realm
then i said...come on in hope..its time





1 comment:

BIT said...

This is amazing and pretty touching...good job!!!!