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