Monday, June 22, 2009

Verse: Mountain

Old verse originally posted on Facebook:

At night
sitting cross-legged
on the floor

I close my eyes
and imagine
I am a mountain


crowned with snow
and ice water flowing
through my veins

mighty, majestic
until I open my eyes
and realize

I am a grain of sand
one of millions
pounded daily

by indifferent tides
in this often
unforgiving world

1 comment:

  1. Wow, what beautiful words. Thanks for letting me peek inside. <:)