Language Shift…#MondayBlogs

The stars sigh
a language their own
our ears deaf
to the universe’s
understanding

The sky holds out
for better hopes
as we dance
without rhythm
in our quicksand world

The birds call us to flight
to a brighter lightness
and our eyes see
the invitation blindly

We remain in place
sculptures of souls
a moment trapped
in amber…

Caroline A. Slee
December, 2016

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