MY EYES GROW WEARY AT THE SOUNDS OF BREAKING DAY,ALOFT IN CLOUDS THAT BRING NO RAIN.
AN EAGLE EYE'S IT'S PREY, AND THE WORLD WAKES TO AN UNCERTAIN FORTUNE.
CAR'S RUSHING BY, FAST THEY APPROACH THIER END.
BURNT RUBBER AND FALSE EARTH COLLIDING ON MAN MADE CORRIDORS THAT LINK.
TIME THAT BENDS AND TWISTS, TRANSPORTS US TO DAYS CLOSE.
HOURS THAT SEEMED ONCE LIKE MOUNTAINS TO CLIMB GATHER NEATLY OUT OF REACH, LIKE PETALS FALLING FROM ROSE.
TALL POPPIES, FLOWERS AND WEEDS ALIKE, RECLINE IN GENTLE REST,
AND NIGHT ONCE MORE TAKES HOLD.
EXPLOSIONS OF LIGHT FROM FAIR GROUND ERUPT IN CHEERS OF EXPECTATION.
THE GROUNDS OF SHOW BRING JOY TO CHILD AND THOSE ON DESPERATE EXCAPE.
FERRIS WHEEL BECKONS, FALL ONLY TO SLEEP VISITING THE PLANET OF LA.
AND ONCE MORE YOU AWAKEN TO A WORLD THAT IS NEW,
SUCCESS IS THE PROMISE YOU KEEP.
(c) Copyright. Robyn Whittaker. 2007.
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