Forgivness and love -a poem
Don't let an argument
lie on a bed of nails.
In the morning our
memories will spit venom,
the door will slam and
the weight of a thousand
weeping souls,
will sit heavily upon
our shoulders,
day and night,
until the wind blows lightly
to calm the storm and
the door re-opens and
the light will cradle our
embracing faces and
together our eyes will
speak in solitude of
forgiveness and love.