Now I look out through the Scrim of pain: it's always That way now, yet the sun Also rises. I remember Being 16 and lovesick, Bent over with desire Branded in anguish and woe -- Feel better Pain is nothing new to me Except this view, where Everything is repaired An outlook over The road travelled, Hills for hiding, Tributaries like friends Who carry us to and from Each other. I've grown Old in wonder, grown Old in love. I expand and Expand; I set aside Notions like the baubles They are. I'm as open As the warbling field below, As known as the wind Twisting virgin grasses. It's always that way now: The pleasure of refraction. Old glass holding the Morning light, letting The drops go where they may. Feel better Pain is nothing new to me I grow old in wonder And in love.
Feel Better...love it!
Gorgeous, and comforting. Please post more!