Friday, March 16, 2012

Past, Present, Future

 One foot in front of the other.
There is silence around my bare feet that go 
thump, thump, thump.

There is no seeing, 
the word is dark, 
I simply trust my feet 
on the path they've known before.

Sometimes I stumble.
Sometimes I fall.
Each time I learn more.
Each night I remember the last.
Each night I consider the next.
Each night I go faster.
Until I cease to stumble,
and my feet carry me away
on the wings of memories.

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