What is that?
Resting on the right side
Of that gray jungle
That is my being.
The outer reaches of my window
Through which I see
His endless creation.
Is it a memory?
Teasing my imagination
In slumber,
Dreaming me,
Back to when
I was only love
In the hands of my creator?
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
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