Web the Moment

Web the Moment, of all your tomorrow's,
as you reach for the beauty held within,
all the places of your mind.

Standing on the bridge of life,
seek your bold new world.
Never forsaking, the beauty,
flowing with you, as you
cross the bridge of time.

Moments given freely, are the one's
we remember, when to our silent place
we return.

AKEnglish- MidNight Wind/Michael Cox
Poem/Title

6/24/2001