in the mood for . . .
A Fall of foot
on surface mildew leaf
and crunch past beneath
to layers forgotten
In woods of deep silence.
These ears do resound
to awakening of sound
of a past such as mine
that lays in wait for remembering.
Then a spirit does tend me
with a knowledge that shakes me
that this moment is what brought me
to that which has long passed.
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-- I’m a Father, Husband, Son, Computer Dude, Sometimes Artist, Thirty Something, American, Jeep Driver, and devotee to truth, on a life path to remove the labels placed on my existence. --
Last edited by BlueSky_TheMan; 07-31-2006 at 10:13 PM.
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