tim - poem
Tuesday, May. 14, 2002
-tim
in new sunshine
my eyes close
against thoughts
of something new
the old paint mixes
with new color
no longer muddy
i�m colored clear
i don�t want to think anything
i want it to be a notion
that just is
rather than
to crochet
you into something,
the many of anything
gone astray
i wish for
that which will just be true
the past, the present
the future
is all the same
merry go ride
only this time
i don�t long for the gold ring
i�ve already changed inside
this time
�i
want to see your you
and keep my mine