Though dreamers are called jesters
By herds of grazing sheep.
Knowledge is the gift they give
To those who only sleep....
In search of the answer
I found a well of questions
that better quenched my thirst
than any single answer could have.
Without compassion
the symbol of the fish
becomes a noose.
Lady Fingers
Silent and gentle
Her unspoken love is heard
Soft, soothing, and strong.
The dark of night
Whispers of love are heard
In a crickets song.
Footprints
Though I have left footprints in the sand,
I know there is no evidence left behind.
For the sun has scorched where I have stepped
And the wind has blown over what the ocean has washed away
Now nothing remains except the memories of journeys
I can never repeat....
Richard Nedervelt
Misc Dates
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