The rock
Like clay
Tortured
By a
Toddler’s
Hand
Like clay
Tortured
By a
Toddler’s
Hand
I try to remember
The slightest disturbance
I suppose that says a lot
About my life
It is no different
With the cycle of life
And death
And rebirth
The burst of amber
Draws the eye
With its shameless
Brazen vibrance
I find the rhythm of being
And there take in
All that is
Spread out into infinity
There are stars
Beyond blue sky
Uncountable stars
And planets circling
Most of them, and
Some with moons like ours
I travel the path before me
Accepting the unknown