Friday, April 20, 2012


reaching for your hand To Know I may not Understand Language like a invisible string will not be lost yet I will hold On and not let go I am not a string Or a balloon I am not a wind To gust and leave nothing behind Fingers entwined A touch so soft I have to look to see Who is holding on Who is leading Who is there Am I alone I cannot see the river Nor hear the thunder And the sun has no heat There are No shadows Lingering in view Where and how Can I start To realize I cannot Make time mean more And emptiness mean less All art and verbiage are @ olives and you 2009-2012 unless otherwise stated.

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