Saturday, September 13, 2008

another day

A thousand thoughts run through my mind / too many will get left behind / unless I scrawl them down / so as not to lose the spark that could burn to the ground / A new world carved from the trunk of a tree / that's lived a lifetime longer than you or me / I wonder how many ages they've lived through / seen things to churn stomachs make cheeks turn blue / A new song played from harps in the sky / a symphony written without even trying / melodies flying on thermals above / hypnotic the rhythm the wings of a buzzard / paintings and stencils and stamps and sketches / too many to count I don't even do drafts / and furniture designs.....Train of thought runs dry / runs away / another day.

Today We cycled 12 miles, saw beautiful scenes and ate chips.
Sleep tonight.


Anonymous Crayola said...

Beautiful words - capture the essence of the moment.

September 13, 2008 at 11:15 PM  

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