Saturday, February 04, 2006

Wond'Ring Again

We wandered through quiet lands, felt the first breath of snow.
Searched for the last pigeon, slate grey I’ve been told.
Stumbled on a daffodil which she crushed in the rush,
heard it sigh,
And left it to die.

At once felt remorse and were touched by the loss of our own,
Held it’s poor broken head in her hands,
Dropped soft tears in the snow,

And it’s only the taking that makes you what you are

-Jethro Tull

It's dark here. The only light from this screen. It's quiet here. The only sound this keyboard. I feel so alone. Sleep escapes me. Dreams lost to the void. I wonder if maybe this is all just someone elses dream. I just need to find the right person and wake them up....

4 Voices In The Darkness:

Blogger Libby Screams...

wow...never thought of it that way...

1:45 PM  
Blogger MomThatsNuts Screams...

I am afraid of who I am when Im alone, so I try never to be alone. If I am not a wife, a daughter, a mother, a student, what/who am I?? You had a chance to get a glimpse of who you are, at least you know what it will take to wake you up! I prefer to stay asleep...


9:00 AM  
Blogger The Creeping Unknown Screams...

I love Jethro Tull...

3:16 PM  
Blogger Linds Screams...

Earth is
but a Pebble
trod beneath the heel
of a Man
whose path is lit
by a different Sun

2:49 PM  

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