“The Clearing”
6:30 AM 4/1/2011

A breath of fresh air
In the midst of Spring
Shadows roam, with a sense of flying
Black and gold, with a hint of color
An open mind
Sees a path to freedom

Run through, run through
An opening, for a split second
Rush through, green surrounding
Look at where our haste has gotten us

A simple cloth
To evade a net
An eye to watch
An X to mark the spot
A ring of truth
A gem of glory
A somber look
And a sullen embrace

The star points the way
I catch a fragment of your dreams
I see a little of a secret place
And then you’re gone again