Tuesday, June 06, 2006


On mountain majestic a road is cut
and winds round to a cabin high.

A wound it opens up
and bleeds upon the eye.

The scar it leaves for progress sake
and a home built in heaven ethereal.

Yet upon my soul, there is a rend
perhaps only heaven can heal.

But time does pass
and weather's erosion wipes clean.

And the soul within
lives on, and yet never the same.

1 comment:

Xavier Martel said...

Nice mysterious photo. I interpret its fragmented nature to the metaphor of scars in your attached poem.