Friday, November 20, 2009

Older chases newer
The past is a blur that shatters mountainsides
The trees lean back in quiet reflection
As light bungiejumps from a flickering torch
And we rehearse the route that will be our return
With feet too foolish for heavy souls
On ground too eager for light

2 comments:

Scratch said...

Flippin awesome.

alexander on a cyberrific meander said...

!!! I have been trawling your archives and enjoying all the words.
thanks soothsayer

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