PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I left you in your inner chambers

of doubt & desire:



a moment of freedom

a chance to write, to work on your life;



here under a canopy of limpid blue

laughter & voices like small animal cries,



children rock back & forth on

red rough hammock



beneath



massive emerald foliage of ancient oak

boughs high as the leprous mossy walls

of a ruined church still standing

on the side of the giant:



(ruins refuse to die in midst

of green world);



spirit of life, the wind sways

the jade-colored leaves of the mighty oak

into a rustle of sighs,



whisperings of ancient garden

amidst children's voices,



up in the sky

a lonely cloud casually



   wanders by:



outside--everything moves,



inside all's still,

inside nothing stirs,



inside there is no wind.