time and thoughts
within a circle
a mind
and a space
they are separate
and they merge
in a moment
a lightening bolt of
sense
and emotion
you are there
and you're not
and around it goes
that wheel
And the painted ponies go up and down and the spinning wheel goes round and round; we're (I forget the words here!) on a carousel of time. We can't go back we can only look behind from where we came and go round and round and round in a circle game.
Cool shot! Is this one of your poems? If so, very nice!
Cool shot! Is this one of your poems? If so, very nice!