garlands of drifting dream adorn the night
notions of the secret meanings hover in time
flowers from the beginning of creation finally bloom
the clock rests on its hands, itching to lift off
for the dance of destiny shakes free from the trees
life begins and life ends, and some are wiser
to forget ourselves in the doing of wonder
Reflection
3:33pm thursday, 12th november
One come a day, the water will run, no man will stand
for things that he had done... Hurrah! And the water will run...
Reflection