bright city lights
small towns of leafy green
moments of the past, of the future
a house on a hill in the rain
winds battering storm shutters,
wood stove burning for warmth,
small peices of a larger world
independent lives sliding in and out of touch
all this and more flows past
as i look at the world,
seeking peace & quiet comfort,
finding life in the dark spots,
breathing space in the shadows
and each moment that i manage
to pick up my head from the wreckage
turn & look for those of you i remember
surprises me with the distance
which is all of our lives.

-wil.