Made Ready

21/02/10 09:01 Filed in: Poetry

You have stirred
the muddy earth
at the bottom of my well

I can not see
you close by
only sense your tears

We are torn cloth
waiting mending
We are fallow fields
waiting tilling

The morning waits
too long
will day come?

Then I look
up
into the
eyes of stars
and remember

We are here
for just this
to be mended
plowed
made ready
to see our perfection