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Tuesday, August 05, 2008

The Greatest Gift

Immerse your mind in a sea of time,
Pick the words out from the rhyme
Paint a picture of the past.

Grasp at tiny flecks of sand,
Filtering formless down your hand
Hope for stasis.

Watch the smoke curl through your hair,
Fleeting poetry in the air
Wish away the day.

But I have loved all this random play.
Finding you, losing my way.
I sit and watch the clouds go by.
I'm still waiting for that gig in the sky.