Creek Drawn

 

We are drawn by the Creeks
They shape us like sediments

Carry us like Falling Leaves

Near the banks that house our tents

We meet here; are Drawn together 

The arcs of our lives converging

Neon lights hooked our minds

Hearts lead through the purging

You don’t see us

Our Faces shimmer the familiar

Lost in the Age of Progress 

Silver linings - surreal Blur

Figures outlined by the Flow

Refining the Inner Domain

Thing most sought yet oft ignored

Names but Words - Truth we obtain 

We are Drawn; You as well

Formed like ripples becoming still

Wanderers of the current 

Path thus Drawn - our Will