Riven

I have known that
everything changes
the sky,
earth,
wind,
and the color of rain...

I have known that
spring changes
and summer changes
by the breath of winter.

I will not know how to forget my name
when fallen leaves forebode snow.
I will not know what to return to
the earth
the green of forests
the loneliness of sands
the sky, as a fistful of cloud
or the quiet fire of lament
clothed in its crackle.

All I know is that I cannot escape
no matter where or I go.

So I carry my words to pawn to refusal,
and wait for the wind
to carry me off
like a handful of dust,
as I sing my song in silence.

3/19/2006 4:37 PM - First Posted