Departure.

october 2009

[pic by Julian graves]

Walking among woods

never did a shepherd
found his lost sheep
everything breaks,
even a stone
but the mountains
couldnt cry,

whispered the sky
to lend them some rain
as they count clouds
touching
yet leaving
them alone.

the hands that cupped
to hold a river
moved away,
and never were the
two grains seen,
one that slipped away
and the other
that tried to
built a shelter
in between the walls
of two fingers,


two grains of sand
attached to one
branch

no one saw
when they met
became one
and left.