Friday, April 30, 2010

quiet reins in but din





quiet reins in but din,
as though
within a giant tin drum,
reverberates
in your name;

one white cloud
in the sky— no rain
forecast,
yet,

is this shimmering
dawn or dusk
reigns
still?


1 comment:

Wine and Words said...

I am right there....the reins are His and their direction loud. I am cloud and I wish to stay, just thus, and then I don't after all. I really wish, to be blown away.