A QUIET STAND

she is stone

 

a weeping of

messages

from the hard

side of time

 

she is a half

open door

an envelope

unsealed

 

passion fire

burns within

 

her tears are

jewels

spilled to the

floor

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

broken.

weeping crystals,

messages from time;

the colors draw the eyes

into

her fold of hardness.

 

Her jewels are words,

diamonds,

sure paths of unbridled truth;

pain separates the spirit

from blood.

 

Tears are for someone else;

foreign feelings fail her.

The undecided lag behind

where she leads.

She is a half open door,

an envelope unsealed.

 

Fire dips into the passion she burns.

A rising song floats

from the piano of fingers

calling her,

driving her to the center,

the stage she holds.

 

 

 

Roger G. Singer

PO Box 2501

Glenville, NY  12325-2501

518-399-3810

cabanaph424@verizon.net

 


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