do you see
the ripples
in the pools
of light,
brief torrents
wash sentiments
into fading
rings of life,
extinguished,
reality plucks
old promise
from round softened spheres
of looking glass mirrors
do you see
your future here...
these gazing globes
tell certain fears,
what if the rains
of golden years
were lost in moments
and shed as tears,
will rings of hope
reappear
do you see
me waiting here,
reflection in
a shaded
mirror.
s.wilson
My the weeks are flying by, wasn't it just yesterday we played SSS with friends...shadows this week were hard to come by, as rains again flood the rivers of Iowa, but if you believe in rainbows and light...a shadow follows...
It's Sunday in Australia you know...
