I find I have things to say and stories to tell. I have music to express and thoughts to share. At what point does someone become wise? Is it arrogant to think what I have to say is worth something, or selfish not to share it? I guess it's not my conclusion to make. Feel free to leave comments.
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
MIND GIRL - Haiku
I knew a young girl
In the Land of Memory.
Lost in precious time,
~
And the swirls of mist.
Mountains of Experience,
Ranges have been built.
~
I sleep in valleys.
I exult with the sunrise
From the tops of Peaks.
~
High above the Land,
Stretched out behind me, so far,
Love fades into Time.
~
The young girl stands there,
Not quite obscured by the fog.
Forever Lovely.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)