Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

The sun light was just creeping
Into the room where ceremony
Had gone late into the night

She taught me things
This lesson she blessed me with
Has unfolded in such a beautful way
I can help others
Watching listening
She, and many others taught me
That nothing happens over night
Change is what she showed me

Good poem & theme.

what a great epiphany when we see there are other paths........dig it

Those strands Of cobweb Like material
Floated around like a net tragically captive
Are the little dreams that sought
Embezelment and marriage
Grants and property
Got real lost
Then the spider
Sat down
Inside her
And

She knew soOner or later
Would catch the fly
I knew an old lady... See
Hear
Deer