Saturday, November 8, 2008

And they keep flowing...
Where are they coming from?

Patience
one expectant breath
as sunlight unfolds the new day
I wait in wonder

no walls
walking a new path
defining myself with words
without boundaries

November light
once again I watch,
sunlight sharpens every edge
magnified in gold

not met
I float on sunlight,
weightless with approach of night
suspended in you

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