Wednesday, September 30, 2009


Glossy air swirling in your mind--
Opaque and pearly,
It chills as it moves.

In this silky fog,
glide all your dreams--
over icy and remote vales and hills.

Faces and voices
of long-past people
are beckoned by the mind-spun wind.

And softly as the faintest whisper
It begins to hum
gently calling you to act.

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