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How
much can a journey encompass?
Three very
different souls
Rattling
around the edge of the dry continent.
Strangers
to this place
Each
looking for answers to unformed queries
etched in
the recesses of thought and desire.
Exploring
the country and
dancing
with their demons.
Here where
the evidence of the fragile juxtaposition
between
the old and the new
Is
inherent in the landscape;
you are
blowing through post codes
I have
only imagined.
You can
get lost here on the road,
this maze
of time andd place.
Perhaps
its the only way to be found.
A man
newly-free from his cocoon
evolving
into a new image of himself;
a boy
growing into a man, looking for experience
and
finding direction.
The one
with a facade of indifference, who took my heart.
(You
looked at me askance and asked me how.
I couldn't
answer then
I have no
answer for you yet.)
Stand
there beside the ocean and look to your past, there,
far beyond
the waves that break.
Move on
with your journey.
Each to
find some piece of yourselves
in the
magic of this land of extremes.
Hear my
whisper in the wind
and know
the soul you touched
waits to
embrace you all again.
Copyright
© 2002 Sarah Dawkins
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