"Book"
Open the book
Feel the mud between your toes
Clean feet remain yours
Only the one looking knows
Feel your hair wisp with wind
Count the clouds that are mere pretend
It's all so real to you; you hold the traveling
window
Warm it is there, though, you travel through
thin snow
When will it end?
How will you see?
Are you seeing, now?
Has this come to be?
Knowing only what you learn
Seeing only what you see
Fall forever into your open book
Hold your nose, make a splash, open your
eyes, and see me.
©1998 - Donnie
Sergent Jr