I will send away for one more day
to light the darkness when it comes
like the star that follows its path
the little white flower will bloom
alone in the quiet warm moist woods
wanting for nothing because in its
very existence it is perfection
in the light we see this clearly
in the dark we still stumble
knowing all the answers
are following the light
Saturday, February 28, 2009
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