Friday, June 12, 2009

Reflections (Notebook):

It's all a matter of language and place:
each ripple of the water
leaves traces
as they fade,
from the surface.

So many skiffs have traversed the shore,
seeking companions;
stargazers, with compass in hand.

Each day,
truly is a journey.

The landlubber sees beauty in this.

`x~William. copyright~6/12/09


Erin Davis said...

This landlubber definitely does.

William H. Balzac said...

Erin~~Back at'cha!:)Thanks.

Alison said...

So are you my friend?

Missing you x x x

William H. Balzac said...

Dear Alison~My depression has been kicking me around a bit....hanging in, and doing all I can. Love you.