The seeds of our
once familiar lives
are scattered in the wind
like sprinkled dust.
Leaving us only
fragments of scattered ashes
In which we must rebuild.
With no warning
we are forced to
replant these seeds
in a new garden
facing a different direction.
We must be wise
In the path we choose
For what we are shaping
Is our future.
We must remember
The next set is ours
And ours alone.
Your words are on fire
Oh yes
And there's fire in your eyes
Even though the dark of the night surrounds us
A brightness
Yes a brightness of love
Is felt around us
Your hands so tender
Embrace me so sweetly
And your open arms of shelter
Hold me near
Oh my friend
To me you are so dear
Yes
You are so dear.
Bright lights
Screeching cars
Honking horns
Tremendous traffic
The City
Jammed packed
Traffic jams
Pedestrians
Accidents
The City
Loud
Often annoying
And exciting
Never quiet
The City.
Copyright Mendocino College Eagle 1997
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