Monday, August 14, 2006

Gold Wall

Lines wind
like dreams
seem seamless
with life
and life
with dream
barely between
twenty years
a second

black sky
looms high
look to to
answer all
sit by wall
sit still
believe
look forward
beyond age
despite all

be real
come close
least most
try defy
trap old
old fool
stagnation

nation
in need
for them
intercede
for me
who knew
you when
hide we
un-decide
side fence
bring defense

I will
recall
at wall
point
time
mine
define
me

1 Comments:

Blogger Lori said...

You are a rare true poet.

August 14, 2006 at 9:47 PM  

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