Walked alone on a windless shore.
Clouds went drifitng by
Across cerulean sky
And my thoughts went back to a time
Before.
Place of Inspiration.
I see it before me.
I'll remember the shapes
But the details are lost
To me.
What is a place to the lonely
But isolation?
Seems to me fitting
Then.
It depends on what's important,
Really.
Place of Inspiration.
I see it before me.
I'll remember the shapes
But the details are lost
To me.
So who is here with me?
Solitude is a solo task.
Confirmation from another
Is sometimes all I ask.
Jason Behnke
2004
Place of Inspiration
