| CIRCLE
Memories are born of Man seemingly
-- Pictures and pieces passed among friends
laughter and sighs, wondering what it is we see
World's outside, yet within the minds of men
To wonder and wander in darkness
is the lot of travelers wishing to be free
yet the farther from home we venture
the more familiar are the sights we see
Circle is shape of curiosity
where black is the color of beginnings
empty and dark, a silent sea
and light is the color of becoming
whispered far across vacancy
As a foreign sun golden rises
traveling east, we find west inevitably
There in some distant village
a glance sees Cosmos across Market Street
Look again, grin, clasp, embrace
Isn’t this the way old friends greet?
August 28, 1990
New Edit, June 26, 1994 |