hour by hour
we fit together the cogs
that make another’s machine
struck by the light
and still without a sense
of the path beyond the dark
waiting here
while the world
continues to float away
and goes wherever it goes
Poetry of Love, Nature, Spirituality, and Dreams
hour by hour
we fit together the cogs
that make another’s machine
struck by the light
and still without a sense
of the path beyond the dark
waiting here
while the world
continues to float away
and goes wherever it goes