Sunday, November 10, 2013

Senile Reverie - 2/16/09

I have a feeling,
ends,beginnings,backwards and forwards.
Forwards and back.

Life grows directionless
and unstill;
We live in them,
from time to time.

And it comes by
to say hello
Like fireflies in the night.

Some dance,
and the others watch.
and in singular moments,
they cross.

There is no summing up,
It just happens,
in between and
along the way.

Stones skip and glide
across the waters edge,
awakening yesterdays sun.

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