Tuesday, December 1, 2009

A new poem

for michael


driven here by death, wind, rain and a lot of liberated restlessness
we’re far too soon too fast too fearful to be certain
but as breath begets more being
the driven eventually become the resting
if only for the seconds before the launch
and its in those moments perhaps
you and I breathe
in sync
and stop our restless driving


© 2009 Nathan T Wright

5 comments:

Mrs. Misses said...

Wow. he must be something. I want to hear all the details. Call me.

PS. I'm so glad you're back here but..

...I want more.

The Lead Singer said...

I'm kind of in love with you mind... and you're not too bad yourself ;)

Miss you.

Thanks for sharing (as always).

Wanderer said...

Beautiful Nathan...xoxo

Meg McLynn said...

welcome back!

martha corinna said...

Um...who is Micheal?

I miss you, call me.