winding a way through the maze surrounding us finding the paths that stories from yesterdays laid down. enjoying the vistas from high grounds and pondering the voids from the depths in darkness.
Monday, April 6, 2009
letting sad ones go
sad stories hang on in costume and mask moving through our to-days with the ease of a gentle breeze but leaving broken reeds they trample until unmasked in the eyes of a faithful friend sad stories hang naked in space wafting away leaving life