Post by upperechelon on Oct 28, 2004 11:27:57 GMT -5
When it comes to the watchful eye
of ones self- it becomes a
rarity of clarity-
when you think about
the necessities-
of now
And just how over it is.
Wishes through lashes-
dashes through snow-covered trails-
rabbit prints dance on the earth.
At first it was flying,
grounded since birth.
You found me-
amidst your flight.
Your vision
caught me
my lavender love.
They were instantly-
discarded brilliantly-
ideas of what I thought of.
of ones self- it becomes a
rarity of clarity-
when you think about
the necessities-
of now
And just how over it is.
Wishes through lashes-
dashes through snow-covered trails-
rabbit prints dance on the earth.
At first it was flying,
grounded since birth.
You found me-
amidst your flight.
Your vision
caught me
my lavender love.
They were instantly-
discarded brilliantly-
ideas of what I thought of.
