Grace

words all out of breath
fortunate smiles or
importunate fractured wiles

lastly the best, mostly unbidden
rake the coals of effervescence
mining the points of existence
lest the fast light fade with time

a hand reaches out
blind and humble
aching for touch
blighted with unknowing

the feather bright feeling
of joys abandonment
pricks the surface
and lets the numbing grace
out

copyright 2001 - jem moore