Monday, January 5, 2009

In Transit.

A Poet,
is constantly
in Transit.

Like you,
in your best of times,
your worst of times,
the World listens
as it turns

forever forward.

We see the end
in Beginnings,

And in Transit,

our Words

live

on.

1 comment:

MEM said...

I like your voice in this one
and the poem "Tomorrow"