Monday, May 23, 2011

The Lost Traveller

I sent a kite into the air,
It would be my warning sign.

Rushing waves and rapids flow beneath the cliff...
From afar I run

This is the dive.
The escape.
The goodbye.
Off of your island
I must swim back to mine.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

i like this one .. no words to tell how much..

the truth about freedom

The space between inhale and exhale the space between stars fill up with air, and collapse into dust I walk a sunlit path and breath...