March 17, 2014

Spawn


Many others pass me by, 
in them I can hear my name.

I'm still on my way alone,
in the swiftly-flowing stream.

I know this is the way I went,
sleeping in the deepest dream.

Here I was finally spent,
have I not done this all before?

Nothing is ever what it seems,
on this long-forgotten shore.

3/5/2014