by Blue Harrison

Created on: June 23, 2008

The Resurrection Of One

I mourn my immortal strength
with ruby tears
and sunlit woe,
and pain that bends my boughs

...but fails to break me.

Because I keep evolving,
restless roots that reach
while tiny brooms bloom
to sweep the past from my feet

...but not from memory.

See me stumped beneath the sun;
a heart felled young
by harshest hands
past my understanding

...but sprouts grow wild again.

I'll not rot in darker water,
nor break beneath
January's wind-
mocking limbs that falter;

...because I can't bear defeat.

My doubt bleeds to crimson sky
in longest night
seeking pale rays;

as frailty most would deny~
bows me before light's grace.

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