Pulse

by Zachariah Jones   Jan 27, 2005


Wind opens its eyes
Spilling into broken cries
Shattered and torn
Broken and forlorn
Pulsating of the veins
Taking life by the reins
Trees contorting in the wind
Broken down, new beginning
Escaping these darkened skies
Open words, wind cries
Earthquakes of the heart
Ending new only to start
Shaking of the earth
Death brings a new birth
Shaking away the ashes
Opening new ways with lashes
Devastating torrential rain
Only to start new again
Peeling away a new layer
Of course life isn’t fair
Staring from the end
Beginning new requires an end
Sometimes a loss will create
A new creature, a new pulse

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