Trust

Trust is
an autumn tree tangled
in the sinewy gusts,
a wandering cloud resting
upon an arched red sky,
sunbeams dancing through
dark unopened pores;
waves breaking into themselves
upon unquestioning shores,
a flower exploding into
dollops of morning dew,
an egret taking flight
to undress ripples of blue;

Trust is
the gift of wings
upon an earthling's heart,
locked inside
a casket of musty darkness.

Trust is the passage
between yesterdays gone
and tomorrows unborn,
where you and I
walk each step
together
into the flickering
candlelight.

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