Thursday, January 26, 2012

Dais






Love lifts you up
like a bird in flight
and sometimes
becomes a hurricane
in your sleep at night
Sometimes it takes you to Oz
sometimes New Orleans
but it never leaves you
where you started
Joy filled elevations
and grief filled desperations
are never paradoxes
they hold hands
in heaven and hell
leave you with
smiles and scars
and a story to tell