Friday, April 18, 2008

Threads

Strands
crossing the globe
the universe
crossing differences and struggles
hatred and pain
loneliness and fear and ...

Always there
because you and me
we shared something
I miss you

in space - Somewhere -
all my friends
seeds in the wind
flying in random patterns
dropping into fertile soil
taking root in separate worlds

Till random memory, sparked
by that same wind that carried us away
brings us together for a second

Yet knowing this I wonder
do i trust the threads?

not to break
loose ends drifting

It is not the threads that need my trust
But myself

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

cut them