Sunday, May 16, 2010

nicu

…walks into a delicate trance;
slow motion witness,
mouthpiece cupped over mouth;
infant fights to live and life.
a cold mixture of death and depth
numbs the pace;
the prayers gets informal now;
oh God,
then the swiftness of grace;
i am a just a witness to this place. ~

[puffy]

slow and puffy-eyed sunrise;
i feel the dance of the day.
rise and shine but cloud and glow;
the temperature tepid;
wide-side alaskan eyes timid.
its only inside the colors appear vivid,
and the melody plays as soft as the sky
emits light
to my day, good morning~