by sandspike
we each sprout wings from birth and soar different space and time yet one day may land perched next to another on a flight and share wisdom and.....poetry <grin>
The puncuation in poem is a bit distracting to me, but nevertheless, I enjoyed it. New imagery, fresh metaphor.
a master helmsman steering the winds of thought..vivid images that flowed ever so smooth..blue
I love this epic lil write of time,
and space. I can feel your urgency
to plant roots before it all unravels.
Just me, love it Sand.