rising and falling tides

July 14, 2006

choices
turnstiles
glances from a friend

swaying
dancing
days that never end

breathing
feeling
resting in times of Be

skipping
leaping
climb the highest tree

longing
wanting
death of nagging strife

touching
tasting
risk of living life

goodness
softness
times of rising bliss

growing
seeking
something is amiss

rainbows
robins
see and hear the song

heaven
angels
back where we belong

dreaming
waking
ride the tide with glee

faithful
knowing
creation, you and me

Type: Poetry

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