She taught that beauty mastered, <br />always masters, and so began our new-making. <br /> <br />The diagram of love, explained. <br />The wisdom of tears, revealed. <br />The nothingness of childhood, restored. <br /> <br />And through the night <br />a bird, with no human motive, sings. <br />Translucent shadows dance unseen <br />across the slated roof. <br />Blood sweetness shivering <br />on my tongue, I can’t resist <br />swallowing.<br /><br />shel cope<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mysterious-beginning-of-newness/
