everything
all memories
of what we once
shared is gone
the river bank
that once
overflowed
now weeps
all forlorn
barefeet
as i step
on thorns
kissing the
moist earth
sweet early
morn
now as poem
on my soul
you are born
a sentinel
on the shores
waiting
for your return
dusk to dawn
Friday, July 9, 2010
The Wastelands Revisited
