Saturday, February 11, 2012

Not to be

Love lost to faith

its fleeting, advancing, and unstoppable.

passing by like someone elces life
turning in continuous progress
Cogs of the wheel digging into the tar

turning up the asphalt
tearing up the past
leaving marks that must be repaired

torn up and upturned
like a plow through the foundation of my soul

Open earth, exposed and brightened
by the light of the mid day sun

Heated.. renewed.. turned