Thursday, March 14, 2013

Salty Eternity

From the winged elm efflorescence
A cardinal's song is born
And flies to heart grown numb with noise
And makes it feel again.
And much of trouble, more of pain
Pulses through its core
Like bitter water sweetened
Through deep artesian well.
And one tear overflowing
Is all the elm will need
To remember a timeworn taste
Of a salty eternity.