There's Beauty in the Barest
Breath of Sunshine
|There's beauty in the barest breath of
Wasted on all but those who know despair.
Each wound turns
passions just a bit more grey,
Not adding new nor taking old
Trading joy for something far less fair,
Yet turning grace to
something far more fine.
For such, there is a winding of the way
which a bleakness, soon become a sign,
Vividly undoes the dying
Evoking longings one can hardly
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon