My fortunate gain
Had little to
Do
With fortune or fame
I was wealthy
with the golds
of sunflowers
and indian corn
the drums
of
the ancients
echoed thru
my heartbeat
My only conquests
have been
my senses
and my soul
rather
than searching
books
I trace
the Stars
Life
has never left
me empty
waking every
morning
fills me
to the brim
not once
can I question
purpose
I am
Divine.
Sifting
thru the pebbles
in a creek
at sunset
I am
content.
..whytt*06
© 2006 whyttb
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