Tuesday, July 29, 2014
A Pigeons Faithfullness
A Pigeons Faithfulness
Survey my position and report.
"I am stuck." I squeak.
But no one hears.
The earth will turn and I will wait.
Faith in the flutter of the compass needles addiction to north.
Who holds my heart as the needles spins?
A face frozen by structure cannot smile- nor laugh.
It does not mean I have been unhappy.
Walk on and don't look back at my demise.
My meeting goes on unmet.