She tiptoes through time zones
Dancing lightly from sea to sea
Soft music eight miles high
Through miles of space she sings to me
Hemispheres like stair steps
The rivers, her thoroughfares
And each new unknown tongue
All create the wardrobe she wears
Human kaleidoscope
Open before ser searching eyes
Earthly merry go round
Turning below her as she flies
Adventure, a new awe
Where ever she chooses to roam
Like a kite on a string
Always she is tied to her home
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
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