The Unknown
October 8, 2007
October 8th, 2007
The sky sets in, a radio unwittingly drones
Grayed ships hover like woollen notions
in suspense of this starless hour
Boughs collide overhead
Concentric wisdom precursory
to branch and leaf
Yet here the unknown,
in torturous beauty, collects.
By languid flicker, these words I barely see
Within this haze of vagueness,
thought lingers –
Of that which will come
to mean me.
How things have changed since my travelling days….We had to do with a pen and paper……. Like the blog Joe, even the mushy stuff
Keep it up on both fronts….