Friday, May 20, 2005

poetry submission

reaching out to every end
and I sense them;
waiting, building... castles in the sand - but little more
waiting to be gathered and put to use
much like me
and these sounds erupt from the depths of each of us
as we try to hold our lives together
but know that there's little reason to
for it just doesn't matter...
and still, all I want to do is pluck them from their lives
give them the path sought
give them the tools, the mind, the eyes
and the reason
to put empty hands in empty hands
and hold them together