Saturday, April 4, 2009


the way I see the face of friends
is if you have a face at all
and greater still the garden tends
if kindred turns at kindreds call.

as a secret shared before we heard
or knew we heard but woven in 
we bend our brows at spoken words
the unsaid eye caught secret men

and we find our feet beside the same mountain,
'for if they fall, one will life up the other.' 

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