Thursday, August 23, 2012

Doubt


Two rays're
growing up
to cross at horizon
while squinting the eyes
you're looking at light.

How lucky am I?
On tiptoes rising,
touching the shoulder,
caught your sight,
your arms're
stretching up
to hold me
tight.

Lost the balance,
almost in trance
I'd channel all saints
if they show up,
fight my loneliness,
accepted as right...

At loose...do not hurry...
remember the moment,
when sky opened up
at least temporary
to channel a comment
of doubt...

4 comments:

  1. Clouds clear/ golden sunshine/ at horizon settles precluded doubts.

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  2. Wow, such beautiful poetry, and I really like the photo as well. Good post.

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  3. Doubt can bring forth much but we just need a little something to get us through, which was shown by you.

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