the race I raced toward an unknown joy, when I was young and impatient of heart I ran toward being and beauty everlasting when I was young, I shunned minutes longed for hours or months to disappear, those endless spaces between myself and longing once, I thought I'd found the end of things my hours full of your scent and touch where did I arrive at last? my breath gasping empty days my hands hold only silence all there ever was to win I had when I was ten alone on the sea's edge cantering through pale green waves © 1993 J.L.Stanley |
