Wednesday, October 22, 2008

forgotten

what we hungered for
was to be that first thought
upon waking, to be the name
that slides like sunlight,
the ash that glows
to ember at a glance


Rachel Westfall
October 22, 2008

2 comments:

HerbisOrbis said...

Tender, beautiful description of desire, desire to be wanted, to be seen. Resonates with me today.

RachelW said...

Thanks for commenting... this poem is little, but it seemed to capture what needed to be captured.