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Click here"I am but a wanderer,
my home - the mists,
lost in life -
searching for what
I knew as a child
were only dreams."
"Stone bookends - the essence of me,
permanance framing a changing world -
a stillness holding the whim of reality."
"Dancin' - slow twirls, a pirouette -
arms raise of their own, body arcs -
just soooo. I AM... I am ME... here, now
as only I can be - HERE, now...
no longer the shadow of parents
nor another's memory - I AM me."
Chris Twyford
Ancient117331
"C'est Moi..."
Decorate in early milk crate,
windows: framing running waves -
endless tides flowing here then away,
timeless flowers to never change,
captured light - silvers, grays, tones,
slivers of the mind's eyes -
tomorrow's yesterdays of the future passed...
shivers, each and everyone - everything - every
thing a moment held, a tear - mine alone.
Chris Twyford
Ancient117331
"Such..."
Such feeling I have within...
and you - you'll never know
...for I can't tell or write or show
the tear trickling down my soul,
the instant tightening my chest,
the unutterable compleat gestault -
joy of sadness - sadness of joy,
the moment I KNEW - just knew.