The Speed of Thought

close your eyes
let the silence
stick to your eyelids
like forest honey

they have woven
white fresh cloth
from dry leaves
Scripture pages
thaumaturgic words
sticking to your lips
nostrils and ears

stay under your blanket
stop reading
stop staring
at archangels or doves
perching on the trees
stop thinking in colors
stop dreaming about flight
forget the bird’s language
and you shall heal

Categories: My Poems in 2008 | Tags: , , , , , | Leave a comment

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