August 14, 2011

I Am Sometimes Like a Tree

Churchyard at Tara, Ireland
photo by Ruth

So I am sometimes like a tree
rustling over a gravesite
and making real the dream
of the one its living roots

a dream once lost
among sorrows and songs.

From The Book of Hours I, 5

1 comment:

  1. Among sorrow and songs... I notice your links from time to time. Refreshing, always. Good to know a fellow kinsmen, another zealot, especially in this twitter-shallow world.


"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night."

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Go ahead, bloom recklessly!