My thoughts meander
over Silver trails
left by bleary ambition.
Without a harvest,
I squash them.
They become distorted,
almost flatlined
into thoughtlessness
until they become the quills
in the remaining cracks of memory.
Hopeful bones of destiny
are riding upon a symphony of egos
as I look for the Sparkle in a Song
that kindles
the embrace
of new worlds.
Seems you and I are in a kin realm, my friend, drinking in deep thoughts. I raise my arm to you and wave across this large site auditorium, embracing the journey; stay encouraged when it comes, and hang on for dear life when encouragement is scarce. xo
