i came upon snow
but would not venture
preferring rain
drops melted cold
to step - to trace
a print of self
is not a path i choose
to tread
i prefer unknowing
to guarded truths
the fall of Noah
his dance with death
to race - to gather
simplest thought, a leaf
drowning in the wind, and
should i lose my step, the way
home to heaven
or candle lit
i shall have peace
within each breath
obscure
forgotten
as life unwritten
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2014
Certainty can have it's dark side....this is an amazing poem Bkm...and I am so glad you are back....I have missed you.
ReplyDeleteThank you Carrie...it has been a long time...bkm
DeleteI really really really wish you would post a video of you reading this aloud...because I struggle so hard with knowing the pacing.
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