lifes many faces

Moon melting orange in the skyacross the purple and blue tinged huescarlet sorrow entwinedinside of youseagulls call in the distanceI lie here in the early morning sunwatching the crabs scamper to their hide awayI look back to the past, and feel the memories runlike a child at play in a field of greenthrough the vast valley floormy heart still like an eaglebut it can soar no moreI feel the spirit of the grizzlybut I may flounder just as wellfor I am in a state of shockit's duration I cannot tellas the fiery ball of lightsets again for another daybetween the Hills of experienceI wave the blues awayI bless the love and kindnessand swallow the pain as wholeI will survive the high crashing riftsbut it will not impede upon my goal.Tom Atterberry3-2-02