The Hide
Recording, memories in my mind
Blinking, red dots in time to a beat
Grounding, the road under my feet
Walking, daring to see again when
Today, demands are staring again
Calling, in all directions a plan. To be.
Everything that calls within Me.
Hidden, aWay memories of mine
Sinking, deep like swimming blind
Reaching, air as I touch the Divine
Everywhere, they call to my mind.
The Hide. aWay is too. Find...
Copyright © Izzy Gumbo | Year Posted 2009
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