Friday, 20 February 2009

leaving at dawn

They left at dawn
packed their sandwiches
and things

never tiring
they walked and came to
a precipice

approaching the end
they pointed- euphoria;
for they had seen

the sun


Anonymous said...

You came to my place for a coffee, but I was not there and yet you still stayed awhile, to ponder my words and be kind enough to leave a comment.Thanking you.
I'm glad you found me, as now I have had the chance of finding you and reading your words; which I have to say I like very much. My sort of Poetry. Nothing too complex for my brain and words to ponder that makes oneself think/feel.

Buddha said...

I love your poem - it has a Zen like simplicity and profound spiritual connection :)