Wednesday, February 25, 2009

"...tick tock tock, tock tock tick..."

If you love it, let it go, and if it comes back to you, then you will know it was meant to be.


his heart has no anchor,
his life has no one place to rest--
he is free, and he longs to ride with the wind,
onto a new place, a new adventure, a new experience
to add to the collection of magic he's already witnessed.
it is a time bomb,
knowing that he's looking toward escaping to air
with a renewed sense of purpose
and freedom.
but selflessly, i support him
and want, above all, not to anchor his heart,
but for him to be with his wind,
experiencing all that life has to offer
regardless of whether i will garner the distinct pleasure
of being there...
...or not.

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