I stand back and watch,
Tamyka Bell
Happy to be outside of the action,
Watching the movie through tinted panes
As people wander through the frames.
I am inside the story
But outside the play.
Glitter is sprinkled in a trail on the ground
That flows like water.
Each blade of grass whispers its own tale
And each insect dances along its path.
In the trees I hear voices
That echo through time.
They speak of ages gone by
And of ages to come
And they speak of us.
The world rejoices but feels too much pain,
So, for now, I continue to watch.
20 August, 2004
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