"I adore simple pleasures. They are the last refuge of the complex." Oscar Wilde

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Looking for Light

I reach out through a tunnel
Grasping for a hand to pull
Me up toward the light

Yet as I get close
The hand becomes
Cold and hard as marble

My hand slips and
I fall down once again
Down into the tunnel

Groping in Darkness
I stumble
Waiting to be lifted

Taken up into the
Air, into the light
Help me please

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