How do you go about taking a vacation from yourself?
Not an extended one, just a short holiday - day trip perhaps.
Gain a different perspective.
"Searching my heart for its true sorrow,
This is thing I find to be:
That I am weary of words and people,
Sick of the city, wanting the sea."
Edna St. Vincent Millay
the hunt
I move from myself,
swiftly approaching a dream
quiet as a cat
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Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
wake-up to words
Up late night, mind already spinning.
Makes me wonder what goes on while I'm sleeping.
2 AM
thoughts spin through dark
leaving me searching for words
colliding in air
A morning ritual, looking up at the last of the night....
visitor
a shooting star shines
sailing across the horizon
right up to my door
I feel a gift has been given me,
each I look up and see a shooting star.
And I do see one, almost every time.
A wealth of starlight.
Makes me wonder what goes on while I'm sleeping.
2 AM
thoughts spin through dark
leaving me searching for words
colliding in air
A morning ritual, looking up at the last of the night....
visitor
a shooting star shines
sailing across the horizon
right up to my door
I feel a gift has been given me,
each I look up and see a shooting star.
And I do see one, almost every time.
A wealth of starlight.
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