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Balance and Bread
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balance and bread by michael b titman
belonging to you this bead
braided in your silken hair
don’t shy away the moon
or its gilded care
i once found it there
that latent, pear-drop bead
in a pale light, so resplendent
in amongst the weeds
i’m not sure where friendship or love lie
or where they may cross
but they became the pale moonlight
a knight to the bead emboss
the weeds despoiled the land
covering a playground of child
where do the keepers lay
to keep out all the wild
maybe the daybreak beckons
and dewfall feeds the flower
on this trail of love
un-traveled at this hour
it is what we thought
ill t’wards the weeds its kin
a reapers scythe swept down
to empty our souls within
what rings within the air
but a voice so lonely, ‘tis neigh
the keeper awakens, unaware
of the weeds, their doomsday cry
but daylight! oh wedded vow
broken unto us this bread
a halting of this chorus
shedding light before the dead
bonds do not break the rye
holding the weeds, its use unfurled
and its distrust banished
and nourishment known throughout the world
and not a care to the children’s play
of the broken land in the fall
for when this green-life day breaks
t’would lift all self-seeded walls
and life creates this promise
for within your silkened hair
a balance within the bead
and the bread that i would share
belonging to you this bead
braided in your silken hair
don’t shy away the moon
or its gilded care
i once found it there
that latent, pear-drop bead
in a pale light, so resplendent
in amongst the weeds
i’m not sure where friendship or love lie
or where they may cross
but they became the pale moonlight
a knight to the bead emboss
the weeds despoiled the land
covering a playground of child
where do the keepers lay
to keep out all the wild
maybe the daybreak beckons
and dewfall feeds the flower
on this trail of love
un-traveled at this hour
it is what we thought
ill t’wards the weeds its kin
a reapers scythe swept down
to empty our souls within
what rings within the air
but a voice so lonely, ‘tis neigh
the keeper awakens, unaware
of the weeds, their doomsday cry
but daylight! oh wedded vow
broken unto us this bread
a halting of this chorus
shedding light before the dead
bonds do not break the rye
holding the weeds, its use unfurled
and its distrust banished
and nourishment known throughout the world
and not a care to the children’s play
of the broken land in the fall
for when this green-life day breaks
t’would lift all self-seeded walls
and life creates this promise
for within your silkened hair
a balance within the bead
and the bread that i would share
I once, long ago, had a dream about a girl whose name was Balance. The dream had quite an impact on my life henceforth; however, this was written only hours after the dream occurred. It would be hard to communicate the depth and meaning of the dream, this poem only scratches the surface. If I were to boil its meaning down to one word, though, to superset what it means to me, the word would be: choice.
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omg thats so amazing!!