Friday, March 4, 2011


Wandering through the forest,
Near my house and down the street,
I made my way as an innocent
Walking the shores of the empty creek,
Kicking stones with dragging feet,
Wondering many thoughts

So quiet if you stand completely still
The machines go blank seemingly at will
The trees sway to an unmarked rhythm
That dance through the leaves,
Casting stones, enchanted by the breeziness

Days like this I pretend
I’m not the man I am again
Travel backwards many years
To a place not too distant
Yet very far away,
To a time when I still had my full complement of tears

Reminisce, I do,
All alone,
Skipping stones
And breaking twigs,
Imagining I had you still

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