A poem from a friend...

For Rachel Wing
10/19/2009

There is no future,
In the past.
What seemed stable,
Could not last.
So once again,
I begin again.
Not knowing where
This Journey will end.
But what if on this trip?
Into a Dream I slip?
I pick a flower,
From Golden Sand.
And when I awake
It's in my Hand.

NFW 09