Friday, May 14, 2010


i wait in the crack, in the crevice of life
until the light comes and makes me move

i wait in the shadow, in the cave, in the dark
until the light pulls me through

where in this life can we go from time

i'll tell you.. it's in the light


there's a place called hope, called rest:
you can go there in a good book by the fire
or the riverside for a walk
for tea with an old friend

you can go there in your sleep, in your dreams
to a place far away with beaches and no clocks

what is time

how are we defined?

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