Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

.....

The color is about to change

The ambience

is waning


The sun-drenched, moisture-parched,

Crown of color

fading


Silvery sparkles

Now covering

what once

I took for granted


The wisdom of time well spent

Trumps youth’s rich

colors planted


It’s time… to dye… my hair

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