I WALK IN THE ZONE
BETWEEN HEAVEN
AND HELL
LIFE AND DEATH
I WANDER BENEATH
THE GREAT TIMBERS
OF CONSCIOUSNESS
LIKE AN ANT
SO VAST IS THE
UNIVERSE OF THOUGHT
SO ALIVE THE COLLECTIVE
HEAP OF EMOTIONS
THE PHYSICAL LIFE PAINFUL
THE THOUGHT OF NOT
ENDURING IT ANY LONGER
A DREAM OF FREEDOM
HANGING ON TO THREADS
OF PROMISES FROM
HUMAN LIPS
THAT SINK LIKE STONES
IN THE STILL WATERS
OF THE HEART
NEVER TO APPEAR AGAIN
AS IF NEVER UTTERED
ALL THAT IS LEFT
ARE THE RIPPLES
ON THE POND
AND THE CHASING WIND
AS IT WHISPERS
TO THE STARS
I AM HERE
I AM HERE
Bobby Jameson Sep 2009