The air equips a growing
Anticipation to wind down,
These thoughts of being
The eons cross, doubles a life,
Spanning a dream-scape of this,
A hope everlasting
Running journeys bring
Visuals to a fore front,
Of uselessness
A wanting...just needing,
Sees proof in time
Just glowing under this
Restless slumber
Fin
12-055-2010
