Saturday, May 29, 2010


the sky is far away
ground is getting closer
looking up I see forever, eternity, bliss
but falling
it gets clearer i know its there
no denying life after death
but falling
grass is tall, hard to grasp what will heal
help me, help them,
slippery and falling
closer to the earth
want to rise, want to rejoice
but falling
dirt on my face, smells fresh, alive
clouds above show truth and light
rain brings clean air
tis good
but falling
hoping the mud will bring a river
to lift to another place
but falling
rushing to lower ground, out to sea
to greater depths but
waves can lift, crest, swirling on
endless, maybe
but at least not falling