By Crystevin
Date: 3 May 1999

Clearer Skies

Through all the clouds
that blur the view
dampening my soul,
beyond all requirements 
of space and solitude,
distance and time,
brick walls
past falls
torn down
removed from the rubble
recycled,
reused.
renewable resources
of hope
of love
of thought
with clarity,
now that the storm
has passed.