Unshaken

Now that I have many winters
The silence of the day brings me perfect equilibrium.
Not a leaf is astir on a tree
And I am unshaken by winter storms.

When I raise my bow, it yields its strength to me
When I sing my song, it merges with the wind
Rising, soaring to you

The great river sets my heart to dreaming
It moves me
A leaf in the river of life am I
Adrift in a sea of silence.

Published by monkmoonman

I'm a soapbox Irishman with a fever to set things right in the world. I write stories and poems about the planned genocide of Native Americans, the troubles of youngsters trapped in Special Ed classes, and the fallacy of celibacy in the Catholic church. If you're feverish like me, tune me in. View more posts