Wednesday, January 28, 2009


Time drifts by like
Sand sifting through 
My fingers on some
Deseserted beach.
All those memories
Now lost in the angry
Sound of an ocean surf.
Thoughts carried away
On a white geyser only
To crash harmlessly
At the waters edge.
The hopes of too many
Yesterdays are waiting
For a meaningful tomorrow,
A tomorrow that never comes.
Natures beauty is timeless
And I just the visitor awaiting
Some epiphany, the hope
That I can move on, to......?

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