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and so

from the typed script of chat

such fledgling friendship formed

a softened  grace yet defined

spoke her first words of

connection

amid the usual shallowness

and chaos of the net

that unnamable thread man seeks

and like a harbor perhaps

or rather a beckoning fellow ship

calling from across the world

come sail with me

upon such glorious open waters of thought

there are ideas in the great "OUT THERE"

like islands yet to be cheerfully inhabited

for every man is like Columbus

even just for but a moment's passing

in the scheme of an unfolding friendship

for in that said moment

he too has made a great discovery

his eyes

the two ships from his very own soul

have sailed out forth

from the harbor of their comfort zone

and rested upon

alas

a whole different world before him

glittering strangely

in its far away sort of beauty

creating an oasis from any hardship

real or imagined

and so as humans

we sit astride life's fence

ever aware of the every day changes

eying the paradise we've come to marvel

wandering always wandering

why is the mere glitter of an ideal

so appealing

and the answer is often right there before us

in every moment of life

we play to the tune of our very own piper

deep within

seeking those who can finish the dance

we started in childhood

whether good, bad or otherwise

and truth is a vague idea we aspire to

get to know some day

and all the while we do know that same

some day will never arrive

for us

not really

for if it did

we wouldn't even have the

necessary eyes to recognize it

for ourselves

for its the nature of the beast

to look and never fully find

(written Aug 17,2005 5am)








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