(for Eli)
it's like
leaving your heart on a shelf
leaving your heart on a shelf
so the mind can wander free
here and there
here and there
like stepping off the path
getting lost in random tracks
leading nowhere
who'll paint the picture that can heal
like you can
place this flower in your vase
and watch its petals fall
as many faces as grains of sand
who'll be fool to try and count them
as many puzzles to unravel
places left to travel
as the child demands
all leading back to none
possession begins and ends
at one
at one
words are not the real
who'll tell the tale invites the mystery
like you do
©2007 michael james prue