Tuesday, February 17, 2009

all

hands tick by
like blades
time spills forth
as memories drown
the river rushes
ever changing
i wade
thought wait
but no
as even stillness changes
and i am constantly reminded
that alone
we are all together
that differences
make us all the same
what i saw as light
a mirage in the dark
my eyes now wide
can see nothing
but with my heart
i see all