Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Moving Forward

Up before dawn -
Feeling heavy and so out.
With sweat pouring;
As December wind kisses such cheeks.

In silence, almost moving;
Both hands are clasped.
Lifting a foot -
Hoping nobody would notice.

Feeling a very cold hand;
Almost swearing.
Leaving this pneuma dumbfounded;
Dithers!

To utter is to be hushed;
Yet to tell the truth is a must.
Just look around;
You'll see, this is the best you'll ever have.