Dancing Through Visions

Standing by the wayside, letting life pass me by, taking time and letting it sift through my fingers, never being held or molded like clay. Wishing to be transparent or opaque at the ending of each day, precluding the best there is, finding along the way, being specific when going into rhythms. Hoping they take me into outer deluges of tomorrow, watch- ing and glancing through visions of destiny as I go forward into passages that once upon a time were left behind. Now hoping to pick them up once again in lines of poetry, gearing up with a purpose in mind, as I wend my way through the rest of this life. Solving particular moods of emptiness and loneliness through many varieties of music in this long and harrowing life on earth, turning away, walking in another direction too dark to see anything.