A Passer's Footsteps

A Passer's Footsteps

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 Leave a modest mark upon the stone

That Time will on its own erase,

For what you mark

Upon the name of man

Is but a passer's footsteps

Made upon a changing sand.

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A Path Of Sand

A Path Of Sand

 

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The restless sea sends its claws

Against the bounding land,

Forging a battlefield

Deep in grains of fallen sand.

A billion years

The war has raged

To pave a path of sand for me

Between the silent stone and surging sea ...
Where I will soon forever be.
 

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Cosmic Gifts

Cosmic Gifts

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I will be the one you see

Distant down

The sea swept shore

Alone amid the wonders there;

The cosmic gifts

The stars have shed

On their burning journeys

Down the inexplicable pathway
  Of Time. 


                              

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Dreaming Of Colors

Dreaming Of Colors

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There is a toll that's paid

For dreaming of colors

In a world of gray;

A world
That breaks the pottery

And hardens the clay.

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Pastness

Pastness

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Moments flow by

Like molecules of water

Rivering to the sea...

Is there a great sea of moments past

Where time that was remains,

A vast pool of pastness

Beyond the reach of memory,

Beyond the reach of knowing...

Where dreams that died

Still drift upon the mourning tides?

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Winter Shades

Winter Shades

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My Spring thoughts

Came in the late days of Summer,

And now Winter shades

Even the golden rays of Autumn.

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There Always Comes A Time

There Always Comes A Time

                                                           

There always comes a time

To break camp,

To douse the dwindled flame

And load the wagon.
No parting word or sign,
Only scattered ashes
And wagon tracks

Heading toward the next row of hills...

Where waits beyond,

Another morning meadow
Newly cast in green,

With wild flowers filled.

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