Friday, March 23, 2012

 Consumed by moods
of rich dark green
and tender pink,
I sink into a space
that molts my heart.
I weep a song
that dolphins sing
and wait for life to set me free
hoping that some mystic other,
not myself
will come and pry apart
the rigid crust
embalming me.

                  © n.e.w. 3.9.2012, Spotted Frog

1 comment:

  1. I love the images in this--"weep a song that dolphins sing" "come pry apart the rigid crust"