Long lost in the thoughts of streaming waters
How it fills the pool up and runs dry the coarse of sands
I am alone cast ashore
Wanting more
To be simply wishing for another to join me
Amongst life from shore into drifting prairies
The quietness of everlasting still
Open waters brings peace harmony and some kind of mistake
Not openly forgotten
But measured by the time we say goodbye to say hello
It's the greatest gift to wonder one's own creation...
Drifting logs from empty shores
Into forbidden rooftops for children to explore....

Something drew me back here... Can't say what the true reason being is...
I figure... If I can't handle a few harsh critics.. Maybe I'm in the wrong business?
Up to anyone to procede as planned I am no stranger and am developing a life of peace
even amongst the unknown... Maybe I can help them too?

I'm meeting new faces everyday even across this little computer screen... Scott Hastie I have a connection with him... I did a review for him... and honest review no sucking up and praising him he told me in so many words.. And he said that he accepts the good and the bad... The man is living a very good life of peace and prosperity... and he won't admit it... but all of us are unique and pretty much the same. I think there's scars he's hiding too...

Nice poem .