Poezja

 
© 2012 (Jim Sularz)



When blossoms drop and withered fall,

one final drink from solace rain.

A chilling night, dark shadows steal,

lost seed that’s washed away.


Last tears subside, bright stars peek out,

a guiding light beyond timeless shores.

Tethered souls sail through faith-filled seas,

await Tide’s harbor doors.


Young restless larks preen at water’s edge,

launch wide-eyed and catapult free.

Neither stop to sow nor worry themselves,

instead, they just – believe.