Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Steady As The Drum

Lift your weary feet,
Tired from traveling roads so long,
In search for that one you cannot find.
It's just sticks and stones.

As your hair grows long,
Submerge your past under the rush
Like a baptism, you cleanse yourself.
We are roots and rivers.

1 comment:

miles b. said...

I love this. pictures & words.