There were windows in the water
As I stared into the sea
And I wondered
As the curtains fell across
White and soft
Quietly
Delicately
And slipped beneath this view …

Was this the rue I missed all those years ago
When I was scrambling, running, going crazy
To find my way
To know the voice
In the recipe of chance
Of direction sure, with plans laid low
Curiously, I waned as time blew past
And now I stand
Against this land of fading victories …

02/24/2008

Posted on 02/24/2008
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