Purpose
I desire purpose
among mortal shades of truth
reaching for resonance
in memory of pale stars
cast in clay without reason
In my forest, leaves cup
shaking palms in prayer, frail
from unsung autumns
my wondering spirit humbled
shorn apart, a fear like wings
I rise beneath snow
drink chill promise, join the chase
no man can finish
one, as if I were stronger
than a fierce hail of thousands
Yet the earth is warm
new clay formed, purpose driven
patient, my strength will rise
guidance in shades of prayer
resonance still unsung
This poem is about:
Me