The Flow
Following into this cup of wonder
Seeing those of which are strays
Flying through this sea of grass
Blazing trails forming sight
that never looks but for a moment
Seeing eye upon the sparrow's brow,
I wonder through which channel we will go
Puzzle peices floating on the sand
Watching as time grows old
Endeavors leaving forward
Pressing on an imprint we see
Only in our dreams
That come to be
Listed in our own mind.
11-2-09
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