Monday, November 21, 2011

Sanctuary

Catching falling stars while
Standing in the drops,
Soaking me down;
And maybe there are seasons
And maybe time exists
Where mirrors bloom
And reflections digress;
I will meet you there

Changing night to day while
The ibis flies to anchor,
Feeling vulnerable, weak and frail;
And maybe there is forgiveness
And maybe we are free
Where meadows banter
And fauna approves;
I will linger there

Find me in the sanctuary
Laced around the spirits,
Bartering for my life;
And maybe there’s a rendezvous
And maybe this is real
Where falls cascade
And life begins;
I will be waiting there

© Gina McKnight 2011


6 comments:

AfterTim said...

Gina, truly appreciate this piece. You provoke emotions with the simplest of ideas, and use clear imagery to express your intentions.

Your recurring emphasis on "waiting/lingering/meeting at one place" reflects a profound longing and perhaps a tinge of sadness. And I enjoy how you bring out those emotions with fauna and nature.

Great piece. Look forward to more.

Anonymous said...

A master piece! You have a gift of writing poems...

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Sanchita said...

Beautiful - very visual and touching

Darjeeling Boy said...

"Catching falling stars while
Standing in the drops,
Soaking me down;
And maybe there are seasons
And maybe time exists
Where mirrors bloom
And reflections digress;
I will meet you there"
Beautiful Lines...
beautiful words...

Funmilayo said...

great poem, I think it's beautifully written

Somsi said...

Symphonic poem in the sense that the actual events.

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