January 09, 2007

The Lake

A simple poem from last month.

Crossing over to the other side of everything I know, everything I am
erasing who I thought I was content to be
maybe crossing over myself to someone I don't know
water on the deck splashes my toes
the rain sings that home is a new place,
echoing truths to me.
I venture on a heavenward journey
Putting words together in a new puzzle that has an eternal solution
distant and clear, I wait for the shore
10/12/06

1 comment:

  1. I could say so much but one word can describe your poem: exquisite.

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