Friends.

I revise the previous post - my good friends will be kind, and not speak of it.
I will miss the good friends I have lost, value the ones I have kept.

I wish we could all get along.

Fear.

I am not going to say anything more about,

or have anything to do with the crazy situation

some of my friends are in.

"Spirals"

Spirals

How long will it go round my mind -
Search here and there,
and not find...

Empty rooms hold no promises
and no lies.
No deception in innocent silence,
No silent tears seen in turned-away eyes.

Always was I looking
In places too high to reach,
Stars unseen, too far in the Heavens,
While I'm lost in the grains on the Beach.

Waves come washing,
uncounted, Seasons pass, and go,
like Butterflies kissing one's shoulders...
Summer's Flight of Pure Fancy
Seems All Lifetimes' Love of the Soul.

7th August 2010