Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter

Wednesday, August 13, 2003

To Continue...

Because the feeling I hold now
is the morning's brightest star
lifted safe in the sky at dawn
where no one can ever
steal it away.
I hold the elements of
such feeling in another
safe place deep within
the core of my existence.
For this I feel alive, after
all these awful years spent
searching through too many
idle storms of futility.

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