Seas of Gem

The paths of old,

will often fold,

like cards in a playing deck.

I cannot tell,

how deep the well,

when I do not see the depth.

My soul doth cry,

auld lang syne.

A New Year Eve didst miss.

Its just like this,

when you miss,

the times that cause the mist.

On cloud filled days,

the puff may stay,

the smokey calm display.

Its on the wake,

the ocean lake.

The waves doth roll me in,

a missing fish

with no fin

will swim the seas of gem!!

K.A.P.

5/4/2009