I sit by the parlor and watch the sun go by Thinking of nothing about everything and something My feet placed solidly upon wooden ground The rocking chair swaying back and forth to ring me to sleep Somewhere, faraway a train sings Emitting smoke Carrying wonderers to and fro From distant places to worldly rhythms The sky, the sea and me we are alone In our battle against faces Identifying all sorts of crude mistakes that we could have made If we are not certain I come back once again to my solid wooden barriers The rocking chair still guiding my back I have traveled thousand paces, seen countless people In my mind’s eye their dreams ring true Bold as an eagle, I hold on to these places. Somewhere, faraway a tree dance To the wind’s graceful tune While children underneath play their Games of innocence.
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Dusk
November 12, 2007
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