In the Valley
Oct. 1st, 2002 07:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tedwordsThis space is quiet now.
This field is still.
A newly-fallen patch of talcum-white covers the ground.
Stillness undisturbed by the plodding tread of man or beast.
Where yesterday was the dawn of a new sun
Today is greeted with a cool blue absence.
But inside, underneath, a warm seed rests.
Planted deep in the ground.
Anxious to burst out.
Dying to grow?
Or growing to die
Or growing to die.
I sit here.
Saddened.
Leavened as the thin patch of frost.
Help me.
This field is still.
A newly-fallen patch of talcum-white covers the ground.
Stillness undisturbed by the plodding tread of man or beast.
Where yesterday was the dawn of a new sun
Today is greeted with a cool blue absence.
But inside, underneath, a warm seed rests.
Planted deep in the ground.
Anxious to burst out.
Dying to grow?
Or growing to die
Or growing to die.
I sit here.
Saddened.
Leavened as the thin patch of frost.
Help me.
