"Nobody has ever measured, even poets, how much a heart can hold."

Friday, March 25, 2005

Mirage


Life's flames are burning
Fickle paths weaving in an erractic maze
Visionary dreams flickering in the distance
A mirage of scenes playing out frame by frame
Advancing slowly forward, the scenes begin to blur
Each step stripping away the mirage's existence
Until the distance is veiled in complete shadow
Once again
(by Heather M.)

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

Movement

Rivers keep flowing
Clouds keep shifting
Earth keeps whirling
Time never slows its ticking hand

Days go by at a rapid pace
Roads crowded with footprints rushing against time
The sun rises again as soon as it sets
Breaking in the horizon
A new day revealing a new destination
Heather M.