Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Thru the woods on the trail of time........

The Irony of Clarity

...Funny the things we remember, even funnier the times we remember them. The further the distance between them, the clearer they often seem ...the irony of clarity. Childhood walks thru the aging of a soul where my mothers voice dwells in the creases of my ear and my Fathers grey eyes follow me, seeking to make some sense of his only living seed.