an open field,
Intimate with solitude and sky.
For her the child still lingers in the light,
There being wonder in the wisps of why,
Yielding all of life that life can
There are no memories that
must be sealed,
Holding tears too terrible to cry,
Resting places restless in the night.
Each ghost is hung out in the sun to dry,
Each wound recleansed until completely
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
Audio and Video Music: White River. By Aakash Gandhi. Music free to use at YouTube.