Thursday, January 03, 2008

Searching for a Heaven -not my pics


The line of the ocean is gone,
and I have nothing,
 
shimmering white and winter
ghosts into angels dancing in snow--

it will come back,
the sun-shine-sounds,
the soft, sheet-showers,
the cool, bell-blue breeze,
the summer sips of rich, red wine.




Deep in the damp dawn
fuchsias flower,
 
a seagull spirits
into clouds.
Searching for a heaven,
I sit, wingless,
wondering why
earth holds ties
and binds feet
to rest.

2 comments:

thisisme said...

Some good pics that you got there man:)

Anonymous said...

awesome, ha