Off The Beaten Path

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Georgia, United States
Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some people move our souls to dance. They awaken us to new understanding with the passing whisper of their wisdom. Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon. They stay in our lives for awhile, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never ever the same.

Saturday, June 21


The banging of a drum
in night time sure as fate
a blade of thought
shall be forgot
because it is to late.

Pleasure was a fraction
of time spent leisurely
your heart wills more
but minds abhor
love rationed measurably.

The banging comes yet nearer
brushing against the soul
in time you say
when less array
two should become a whole.

Walk across the distance
soar across the sea
tis' the flight of time
your thoughts as mine
for all eternity.