The βody wrapped up in a ςocoon
Winds of cönstant change form the ëvolving Ðune
Mεlting the past away with ä tear
What’s next will soôn be near
The ξmergence of something new
Which ïngredients do I put in this stew?
Trusting thåt ωhatever comes will bε right
Flöwing in the ωaters without a fight
The surface öf excitement bears itself nakεd on the shore
What’s βehind this next Ðoor?
©2013 Reid Garcia.