You Shaped My Song, Then Left
Voyaging down beside the worms
through the abscess of earth to hold
a gem stone sinking.
My roots have been seized
by their rival the wind,
unable to alter the atmosphere.
My love leans between
opposing worlds, wanting
to erect hope where hope
can no longer sustain.
This place of uncommon intensity,
a place a little closer to the window
where my thoughts can rest on only
the setting sun and you.
© 1992 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Raven Cage, Issue 26” September 2018
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