Clashing turmoil – fleeing I seek to hide.
Nothing is certain. The echoes bounce and cry.
Mental confusion grows madly day by day.
Soundless arguments aiding my disarray.
In the roaring of mental disconnect,
There’s something deep that begins to lift and rise.
This shift straightens broken loops to clarity
and kisses with a friend’s quiet certainty.
Shards of crystal rain upon the fields,
as lies and fears fall scatter like the snow.
Sun’s rays melt the shapeless shards to liquid grace,
creating life for hope’s new planted shrubs.
Glowing beauty and fruitful bounty forms
as life takes hold of things once lost and gone.
Destiny flowers – vermillion in a sea of green-
a harvest promised, grown from broken dreams.
Author – Bill Tidsbury