The Eye of a Rogue
Eye of a Rogue
The eye never closes
Rest not you wanderer
Seeker of sublime truth
Nothing can keep you bound
At least not for long while longing
I challenge myself every day to find life
The eye of a rogue never sleeps long or well
Every drop of beauty flows past too fast
Yet every drop is seen and cherished
No life is too small to feel
So I stand like a boulder
In a river of hope
Tasting love in
Small doses
Stumble It!
How wonderfully the boulder and water looks like an eye. I enjoyed the metaphoric use and the implications of self…so much to ponder.
poo