Friday, February 22, 2013

Bright and Empty Space

The white page is the light
When I have nothing left to say
The black letters
Little birds that fly away

The two together bound
Of gentler thoughts made
A cage of unruliness
Where fears are played

Until submitted to paper
Perched in sleep
Silenced prayers
My soul to keep

My fingers turn another page
The light is bright
And empty space