| Vista Me, I sought to care for a worlds beginning to echo the mirror of mine..... Seclusion brought her infinite bags of thought, and abandonment arrived with a tailspin. Scurry scurry! Look up, not as far as the sky but up, up in this autumn tree, here I am, with no footholds for a downward climb, I inhabit here with this vista. As sure as controversy pools over these thirsty roots, always my guest sorrow shall have a house to stay in, and the wind will always weave visions through these branches. As ignorance of the wild fortifies your world, a forest gives birth to a fertile vista. shalome � 2004 |