DriftingA Poem by mildly biased
Reflections on traveling cross-country.
In and out of sleep,
Blurs of green and blue
Sweeping past the dew-kissed glass
I rest my face upon.
Going somewhere, just to be, and to say I’ve been.
My eyes to clouds above
That hail the morning sun.
The whispering of autumn wind
Stirring me to life, I gaze upon
The craggy schism rending East
From West until the end of time.
Standing at the edge of earth to know I’ve truly lived.
Through memories forgotten long ago,
Reaching out to touch the faces
Squinting in the sun. But
My frail hand finds only smoothness;
Those laughing eyes but faded fancies
Flashing through my old projector
Frozen, still and flat.
Being somewhere (in my head), just to be again.
© 2010 mildly biased
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Last Updated on October 6, 2010
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