Wednesday, September 10, 2008


If it should go
Then go further
If it should come
Then come closer

Nothing best when bigger rests
Nothing high when higher around
Nothing big when bigger casts
Nothing great when greater drawn

This ultimate seems far to reach
When short fingers can only preach
Under the trees alone prairie
Wonder this tale ever fairy

A restless heart follows the soul
In which all hopes are being kept
A piece of smile in broken bowl
For it's only thing to pay all debt