sitting still in empty way
on path of covered vine
frozen here on porous rock
in bent and broken line..
tired feet in tired soul
of tired thoughtless race
tiring of tired treads
still tied to empty space..
fisted hands still clench the dream
sweet palms weighed down to earth
hips that once knew glory days
cry out for painful birth..
eyes awash in stark contrition
wait till morning sun –
lights gently still – soft whispered path
of precious life begun..
lifeofawillow 
Thanks for letting me camp out in your blog for a little while today. I had a great time and tried to leave my campsite as good as when I arrived. I’ll be back in a couple of weeks!
It is my pleasure. Youve only added to the beauty by visiting. Come back soon.