A blue lotus

Some indispensable
dancing smokes ago,
with the rainsong's unborn child,
cloaked in the shards of broken
dust, I stopped waiting.

Some feet of tranquil
dreams deep
in the womb of alive waters,
The reflection of a
sleepish song lay buried.
I quit digging.

Some moment longer than pain
when your evening wanted
answers
I ran on dusks broken heels,
Out into the blueness of distance
into the stillness of the wind's
broken cathedral.

I hear the blue lotus whisper...
There must be..
There must be..
Life elsewhere.

4/21/2006 9:06 PM - First Posted