Saturday, June 6

All I Could Do

You knocked the wind out of me
light played golden notes
with your words
on the grass

All I could do was walk,
until music awakened
until white noise
a warm hallelujah
stopped roaring in my head
in my soul

All I could do was fly,
it was then I knew
reaching for the cabin door
the prayer inside me
and freedom from pain
had been answered


Nathan said...

I really like the way you've woven these lines together.

Wayne Pitchko said...

i injoyed reading this poem