Monday, October 28, 2013


photo credit-Mikhail Ivanenko. 
Can you hear my whisper still today
Feel my hand in your grasp
Or just a prevailing silence from far away
Resonating from time allowed to lapse
Those soft words linger even as shouts fade away
Echoes of the interminable past
No ship sails on the wind of yesterday
Everything changes,nothing last
Like the formidable oak I must sway
Or be broken by the wind, scattered and cast
Searching for color in a world of gray
Life is sustenance and I break my fast