08 March 2009


Welling sadness
Incredible sadness

Skirting along the edge

Of tears and loneliness

Somehow the joy and delight

Conjured up by your words

And the vision

Of walking barefoot and

Climbing trees with gratitude

Touches something dark and unknown

An overwhelming grief

I have yet to make friends with

Or even ask it's name

Where am I?

[08 March 09]

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