Words of Wisdom
Let beatiful song birds,
Sing this mime's broken words;
Down the winding roads,
Racing against clocks backwards;
Disjointed within crushed time,
Twisted and spiralling an outline;
How life can leave us all behind.
Cut it in half;
Blind to see a photograph,
Take the other half.
My mind still hears us laugh;
Echoing across the vast sea;
Summer past - the family tree;
Standing still within memory,
Having the will not to let go of me.
- God promised a safe landing, not a calm passage -
