Saturday, June 25, 2005

Try Again

Perhaps this will plant a seed ...

GIFT OF LAUGHTER (Fitz)

A chuckle cracks the shadow mirror.
Quips and mimic jibes polish the glass.
A giggle must attract the Goddess’ attention.
Simple glee refracts rainbows from a cluttered mind.

Ah yes, I see clearly now …
It is your laughter, not mine, that carries my soul along,
and guards me from the swirling voices of past deception.

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