Wednesday, February 13, 2013


Over the horizon
Over the city
Over the white scuffle
of run over clouds
I am there
Watching and waiting
Wishing and praying
Wistfully wondering
where my wandering might take me.

And would the sky be any wider,
any more golden
or exponentially wonderful --
with the addition of you.

We're paving paths in the wind
whether you know
and whenever I go.

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