Poetry and insight/reflection,
thoughts that are hard to contain.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Where I Go
Within the numbers there's no pain But simple right or wrong The black of symbols on white page A clean and noble place to hide From uttered words that, lacking care, Scatter towards a target Long since gone and buried, Lost in computation fair.
It's good to see your words out here..
ReplyDeleteblack symbols on white pages
can ease my missing you..