Thursday, November 10, 2011


no time. 

Should I discover you
In by and bys
Marking up my skin
Pulling roots to own the earth
Within these wintry hands
A ballerina shall turn again
Near my fading gravity

Should I simply run so far
To exhale my very agony
Like black smoke from a
Rusted train 
Taking up the sky
Finding a bluebird’s heart
As she soars like a ribbon, leading to you

Should I ever be found
Apart from this world
Like a divided locket
Dangling near the sea
Wondering on things that will
Never, ever be
Let me live this way!

For I have a broken heart
-        I have a broken heart
don't they know they can not
fix it?

This wound will never heal
But for resting.


2 comments:

Bridget Fossedal said...

gorgeous. as per usual. the images were startling.

Haley Galloway said...

The photography with each of your poems is INCREDIBLE. So dreamy.

I hope all is going well with you. I have been praying for you for months now. And hoping you are feeling well physically! Thank you for all the comments on my blog...yours are always so thoughtful and I really appreciate it.