next in sight
near dear to me
times past
they see
youth lost found
as most
enter inner roads
long gone call
map veins
traveled far
from generations
gone waiting
visions haunt me
not knowing
those who
connected my dots
nest formed from
earth spun threads
surviving in air
what is next
beyond next
to the next
and the next
nine lives
silently
no ripple
past explained
on the choice
still foolish
age gave hope
restless
who are they
thick fog
covers faces
stay near
next
Monday, January 26, 2009
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