Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Drifter


The wind roams the landscape
The gale roams the sea
And you roam the passages
Inside of me

Men strive and climb
Toward destiny
You mark out time
Inside of me


Longing is naught
But errant vagrancy
Pursuing a thought
Inside of me

Chastise the moments
That spread like the sea
Gathering oceans
Inside of me

A remnant of whispers
And willow trees
Play out in flickers
Inside of me

J~

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