|'Just Passing Through' From Visual Counterpoint|
The morning mist wanders over the water,
While a September sun rises to reach the surface
Between earth and sky, then touch every hope
Before summer must die.
Where is the purpose of such an aimless life?
Drifting on winds of chance that only hold hope
Between earth and sky, yet touching neither
Before the past must die.
Dawn holds the key that will open the door,
With a light that will show a way to the surface
Between earth and sky, with a touch that tells
Where the future must lie.
|'Dawn on the Water' From Visual Counterpoint|