Thursday, February 05, 2009

Tide Lines

I stood on top of a mountain
Sore shoulders and aching feet
Eyes wide and filled with sky
A vision of the past hung from the clouds
Scattered like rocks from a shoreline
Ripples cascading into on another
Even mountains can move in water
I could see the past and the future
The hope and dispare
I could hear a promise
We live in the valleys

1 comment:

The Tenacious Writer said...

Lovely imagery.

"Eyes wide and full of sky"-- love it.