ATrip To The Well byTim Harris 10/26/10
Iask for the water to spill from the well toallow me to tell some secret wishes, insightsfrom heaven and hell. Withouta light Iclimb down to a higher height shakesome things free. Thosereflections could be me. Fivedecades past Petalsunfolded, winds blew through Theday in the sun went too fast Newdays under a new sun to come Visiongrowing clear Musicplays on its own Feetmarch on Durabilityshown Heartgrows for more Healedfrom torn Nomatch yet no different fromwhen it was born Opento fill Stepstaken from seed to mill Tripsto the well Roadsfrom heaven to hell Isee where I stand. Groundedto the earth. Flyingin the clouds. Spottingall the real worth. Ispin with the wind. Shinewith the light. Putup a good fight. Sleepthrough the night. Findmy words true. Frontand center from me to you. Itcomes from a well connectedby heaven and hell. Thewell is full of dancing spirits. Someold some new. Aglimpse of their faces holding secrets whisperingclues.