wind swept valley by Daryl Feinfreedom,
I stand alone,
alone in a wind swept valley,
my eyes watering within natures beauty,
the sand dances around my clumbsy feet,
and the mountains thrust ever higher into the
angry orange sky, dotted by spun silken pillows,
life teems in all directions,
too copius to ignore,
and love.... lost and never confirmed
can't be driven from thought,
alone, I spin within my own modular conception,
foresaking the splender before me,
can our mother.... nature, ever forgive me?
for not being what it is, to be a man
politics and power mean nothing to her,
only time, and obscure essential moments,
where she speaks to us, never truely spoken, but implied,
then only for us to not listen,
I would weap, except I really dont care, anymore. 04/25/2003 Author's Note: thoughts brought forth while counting cars in california city
Posted on 04/26/2003 Copyright © 2024 Daryl Fein
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