matt tullos

the compost pile of writer, matt tullos. mostly poems, prayers, rants and naratives... "Gods passion for the world has compelled me to be a contributor in the warfare of grace rather than a spectator in the warfare of religion."

Location: Alexandria, LA, United States

Friday, December 12, 2003

regret observed

(inspired by the grief of a dear friend)

watery silver
gleaming in the desert
like a dream
running through perilous landscape
alien to touch and taste
departing graceful arabesque
like a glass darkly
soon face to face
our hands touching
that series of conversations
swept away like the grains of captured sand
functioning in forced purpose
i see it now as a short passage into never
something so powerful and majestic
sister of silence
we knew it was over
somehow we knew
this conversation
this walk
the fork in the road
a betrayal never spoken
but realized
and returned
unopened letter discarded
yet still it glistens
every morning across the horizon
God bless the roads that seperate us
keep us


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