Thursday, July 26, 2007


In this early autumn, winds have blown, snows threatened
Wrong turns taken, mistakes made, greed succumbed to, lies told

I look inside at reality

Past weighs heavy, future frightens
But now: Peace

Sunlight sparkles
Spiders draw threads through space
Trees green and turn, grass shoots tall

In this world I've hurt no one today

I have what I need


Comments: Post a Comment

<< Home

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?