The weeping of the Soul

A chance encounter
On life’s high seas
Washed me up on the shore
Of Love’s outer boundary
The jagged edges of memory
Leaves scars on my skin
You read them like Braille
In the moonless night
Watching my formless past
Disappear like crumpled paper
Into a wastepaper bin
A rainbow of thought
Escapes from my lips
You smile at the sonorous sounds
Inaudible yet clear on my face
You understand the unfinished lines
The patchwork of emotions
Humming quietly between the words
The order of the mind
Braids our lives like golden threads
From the weeping of the soul

Collette OMahony


image: Brooke Shaden Photography

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