When life’s a lot of thorns without a rose
The longest moment Hangs
in slow motion in a dusty picture frame
Its brass tacks pin it down
Like cornerstones up on a Wall ―
Gathered memories lay bare ;
a frozen ache chiseled in stone
Love can build a bridge
Love can burn it down
to ashes
on some rocky shoal
Smoke on the water
seeping far down into the cold
deep waters flow .
Silence aches
frozen in the sum of an unspoken voice ―
a deeper understanding shapes
pleasure and denial
When life’s a lot of thorns
without a rose
written by: h.a. rivers © ... 4am ... 11/18/2017
