[today]Jul 14th, 2006 3:27:02 am - Subscribe

My life is
a blur of colour and sound.
My life
is a stone that longs for wings.
My life is a question
asked upon the edge of sleep;
my life is breathless,
but not endless.
My life is
deep beneath
the reach of tree roots;
my life is the sun.
It's a poem
half-finished;
a soul awash
in an ocean of wonder -
my life is breathless,
but it is not endless.

[I am]introspective.
[inspiration]ride on bus to airport yesterday - the beautiful world passing in a blur.