Test of Patience


The first tint of light,
The buried seed
Never dies.
Memory is a cage
If you never
Think ahead
Where the road lies.
There is a way out
Just look where the tunnel
Ends.
Before a sentiment,
Now an emotion.
A waking constellation
Is a night walk
Like holding hands
In December.
You can borrow heat
From the stars
Just look at
The power of imagination.
We are each one of us
The chapters close
The book is your
Test of patience.