24. Jun, 2018

In my Skin

When l live in my own skin
There is a sky
Where sun and moon shine
Together and the brightest star
Is but
A lamp shedding light
On the face of mystery.
The rays in its eye
Converge in the lenses
Of sorrow magnifying
The sparrow living
In my deep winters.
But suddenly spring:
No more icicles
In my lashes and in my heart.
A rainbow between
The tempest and the sun.

Frances Fay