RIC BASTASA


Those Moments - Poem by RIC BASTASA

as you begin
you make decisions that end
a certain moment

something escapes like a bird from your hand
but that is what it is going to be
wings are always wings
and the hands and palms are but what you claim you have

there is a satisfaction
of flight for those destined to fly
in the same manner there is more to a home
as it is too destined to stay

there is no gauge to all these but the heart that sings
during those moments of cold rain
there is no point of return
for one who has finally decided to be just oneself

a home a sofa and a window that you close
because finally it is dark ....

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 23, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, May 23, 2011


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