Separate (Poem)
Waiting as water trickles trails in shattered splintered silken lies sliding down barriers of sullen rain Separate, I stand hand hidden. Waiting wondering as creation wriggles, rosebud lips suckling seeking unformed unpractised sounds slip across barriers of protection Separate, I stand hand on glass Waiting as empty echoes isolate shattered creation Separated now I stand. My treacherous hand betrayed me with one blow. LtCdr 07.05.2011