Wednesday, September 15, 2010

[tredge]

the static prevailing clears in clouds,
smoke edged clarity of once upon;
a time will come, a now we’ll know-
for now we know...
this tredge through thick and patient days,
fog (so far) rolls in my heart.
I walk through time and I’m alive.
In you I feel alive.

3 comments:

  1. That was beautiful and spoken from the heart.

    Many thanks.

    Greetings from London.

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  2. Fog always clears, and sometimes it can be beautiful.

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