Behold the sparkle,
The brilliance of the diamond
Held in the light of day.
And be not quick to discard it
Should its glow turn dim in darkness.
For it is yet a diamond,
And will always be.
I THINK THESE THINGS
*
*
I stay a child of Saturday for having no more ambition than that.I have come from where there are few neighbors to where they are aplenty and I yearn return to where I was before I got back here.
At times it is the penetrating introspection that knifes through barriers, lets flow free the thoughts and words behind them.
Each one with whom you’ve traveled owns a microcosm of your life story and though she goes her separate way, your story is still within her.
-
INK STILL WET