Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Ridgetop...

From the promontory
shall be told the rest of the story,
overlooking land and valley,
in the Crease of Time...
Memories collide,
sometimes just want to hide
and i have found myself beside myself
wondering if these dreams are mine...

Walking somehow familiar paths
i cannot not help but laugh
(out loud and to myself)
though sometimes the crooked smile,
almost dizzy,
it may take a while
to compose myself
and compose a poem
to try to explain myself to you...

              05-23-10

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