p.r.h.

silent in a reverie that will come to pass
wandering attentive past broken bonds
he muses on commonalities long since detached
and knows that rectifying comes through a Song
with a confidence that borders godliness
and a lightness reflected in his face
he hears a cacophony of fragile mess
and envisions a symphony of grace
he sees through windows to wanderers abated
to a lesser form than that which was intended
he renders himself so that it may be stated
“that which seemed impossible has been mended”

posted by jon havens