like a balloon
over rough waters
my emotions
housed, fueled
by life’s slaughters

emptying into the ocean
of time, like no other
time can wait
ever increasing
ever defeating

until the dawn
of the new age
shines upon times
vast distance

what has always been
and nothing more
nothing less than
now I see clearly
love’s horizon

gentle breezes
caress the ocean top
my soul careens
in this new emotion
timeless and pure



Copyright © 1998 Brenda Barnhart