Wisdom

Out of words,
lost to silence
of insatiable fever,
my latent fire,
sodden with the thirst of ages
wounded,
grieves.

In halves,
of have-nots,
in the decadent smell of divisions.

The thread between you and me
strings oceans of sorrow and despair
colored in the lost footprints of time
in the unchanging, arcane
turbulence of a raging fire.

And cries
out a promise loud
in half
to us
of us
for us
in the wisdom of
a crying child.

3/14/2006 11:11 AM - First Posted