Saturday, June 27, 2009

Looking at a sea

in front of me,
I love the sea from a distance,
like on tv;
Don't want to drown,
scared of octopuses.

Looking at the forest
I left behind,
I love to hike a well-worn trail,
but not alone;
I want someone who will share
the experience.

Looking at the desert
I've never crossed,
I don't think I'd make it
without water;
And I would grow weary
without more to look at.

Looking at the stars
I will never touch,
No one I know will touch them,
but one day someone may;
I want them to take
my words with them.

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