But often taking turns Listening to the beautiful ways in which sharing Our experiences is like Dancing Music Painting a picture Writing a story Poetry And it is all good Because we choose to Keep It going And Never to say that we Will drift away BD Mon, Mar 11, 2002 6:43 AM
Drowning in my tears Drowning in my tears Trembling in fear I realize that fear keeps me away from here Here being that place of peace and comfort Home safe and warm With icons from the past aged and worn with dreams of a peaceful future. I cry to wash the fear from my eyes. burning down my cheeks like lava flowing to the sea My tears taste of the sea Repugnant salt like bathing in an oyster bed. I dive to the bottom and shuck through the hideous rough shells Looking for that pearl . Delicate seed of time worn into form from a grain of sand. It makes it all worth while in the end as you ascend chasing the bubbles to the surface to ponder your plundered booty.