Friday, December 7, 2012

Not Quite Infamy, but...

Birthdays are sad affairs for us, my love,
for they took you away
to this half-life in the thickest of trees.

Now, let's rejoice together
at the bridal party in the clearing,
the rebirth in marked flesh of the stars.

3 comments:

Jack said...

So, focusing on the past can clutter perspective and impede living. Rebirth can take place only in the clarity of present, a clearing.

WAS said...

Solid work Jack wresting out some symbolic meaning, but this one I'm afraid is completely literal. The key to unlocking this diary entry is in the date and the title.

Jack said...

Ah, excellent.