sanctuary

by hippigrrl

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-12-18 09:53:00

she paints pictures in the sand
and see’s god in the little things
like the sun
or the glossy eye’d child smileing
or the death and rebirth
of a king

the sands of time
leads us on in all directions
all grasping for the edges
and some sanctuary in our own flesh prisons
that we hold onto
in the end