Friday, July 14, 2006

This Time

14 July 2006, 12:16 AM

azure breeze dances
leads me through trances
of light
of color and serenity
now I can see, see more than

on the face of the waters
beckons me toward the deep
I know not what keeps me
from the edge, what keeps me
from sinking so deep I cannot

escape never crosses my mind
these days- I'd rather float free
upon the depths; discover
where they'll take me
this time


mfierbaugh said...

Hey Girl! I am glad to see your writing taking off. I told you a long long time ago I saw you in a professors seat teaching literature. Keep on wiritng. I am proud to once have called you friend. Love and blessings from Florida.

Maria said...

I hope you still call me friend.
Time and distance alone
do not break such bonds. Nurture
may leave off in time,
yet love still dwells where friendship once did thrive.

Many years,

George MacDonald

"Home is ever so far away in the palm of your hand, and how to get there it is of no use to tell you. But you will get there; you must get there; you have to get there. Everybody who is not at home, has to go home."

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