time_walking monadh i hear the rustle of leaves in the wind the swallow flutters from the eaves a walking time is moving on shifting from zero to one and back again in a cycle of constancy that weighs on all our moments seem endless but fading and what have we still to dream in the starlight of our making 011126 ... nom i shared this with my mom one time one day i'm not sure why i picked this one it's one of the only things i've written that i've let her read 060122 ... nom there were a couple others as well she liked this one the most she said 060122 what's it to you? who go blather from