Sunday, June 12, 2005
When distance strikes,
at it’s most opportune
moments,
I scrabble to regain
lost footing –
and recover the space
that fast disappears
in your wake.

After all,
new life emerges
from ground
once conquered –
and separate paths
are formed
by the cutting
of entangled
strings.
 
This template is called "shattered pieces of my soul", a modification of "The Light : The Sound". (c) 2005 Daniel Josph Xhan. Use and modify at your own discretion.