Monday, January 19, 2015


• Exhale • 

Going through it 

The long duration of dark 

The cold winter night 

The silent day 

When will I know my reason 

When can I enter into peaceful solitude 

Life is but a blink of the eye 

A bat of the lash 

If you want to know 

I'm chasing the wind 

And will soon be mown down 

By the sharp blade 

Come on spring 

Make me new again 

I set and wait for both 



goatman said...

I wonder why someone would write this and not take credit.

Guess that adds to the attraction.

Oberon said...

...i think you're right...anonymous makes it more mysterious !