Transformation
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
illuminating
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
transformation
~*~
12/1998
Copyright © 1998 Brenda Barnhart