Saturday, December 25, 2004

The dreaming unbeliever

The kites rising in the sky,
The wind upon my face.
The sand is cool beneath my feet,
God how I love this place.

I walk along the shoreline,
looking out to sea.
And dream of journeys not yet done,
And places yet to be,

As I walk I dream of wondrous things,
In a world of peace and love.
With no hand to guide me I continue on,
and still no sign from above.


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