I have weathered these hollow storms
old remnants tagged and forlorn
suff'ring the remainder of days
adrift in limbo
this bit of Earth
moves season to season
carried 'long side sweet streams of light
afloat in decades of leftovers
returned from wastelands
old bones form anew
that which was spent by time's unforgiven folly
a traveler
I waste not these glorious fleeting moments
reflecting harvests of decades
I shall not drift alone ol' man in the moon
I am the rain
and the dust
and the Gypsy winds...
and you harbor my soul
Shadow Shot Sunday is quickly upon us again, like the spring before us, I worry that she will come and be gone too soon, you can never have enough of a good thing...right Tracy! Join the rest of the shadow shooters, be a part of the fun...
