Wednesday, 27 May 2009


Wrapped in our personality,

enmeshed with our views,

seemingly welded to our roots.

We struggle, twist and turn,

as the soul pushes to be free.

Thrusting up, through the

fertile earth of our being.

A seed seeking the light.

Thursday, 7 May 2009


The past populates my dreams with faces long gone and almost forgotten, real again for a moment, we interact in this night time world. Daybreak sends them back to their rightful places, but the echo remains, a stain upon
a new day that did not ask for the memories.

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...