The Old Man
I abide
like still
water
gazing
into you
an
empty
old man
filled with
Eternity
Come sit with me.
like still
water
gazing
into you
an
empty
old man
filled with
Eternity
Come sit with me.
These poems are what arrive when I invite that "something deeper" to speak - that blessed madness that spins planets and curls toes. Feel free to share your thoughts on them. (...and thanks for all the great feedback. I don't always have time to comment back -- but know that I am most grateful!)
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