The Ass and the Stone
Carrying the loada survival of time.
Well of endurance,
yours and mine.
Wanting the days
to be kind as we toil.
Walking across
our deserts’ soil.
Give us the strength
to load on our back.
Give us the guidance
and strength to pack.
Never forget we are not alone,
to help to carry, the ass and the stone.
© CMM 2012
The We
To and fro…
We made love in the rain,
as history past,
Yet, for some reason we remain.
I look to other places.
You ignore the signs,
in spite of the traces.
Time has taken
Into the shadows
the charcoal outlines; the we.
CMM
Eagle and Child Inkling 