Sunday, August 9, 2009


Day goes, smooth and warm

flows around us like a gurgling brook from our childhood

It tells of potential, love hope promising eternal

gifting, day promises endlessly of itself

I want to open today again

I feel I missed something, missed it

It dangel before me and I did not see it for what it was

give me back my day?

Let me squeeze potential love, future, life

from that which has already passed...

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