From a Copper Spun Soul

uncharted water: out where everyone else knows the way...Does it matter if I am on top of the worldOr just litter tossed by the wayside ofthis sin-clad earth...When the heart rips and you can't hearthose distant few offering words of comfort in your ear ...I have forgotten how these sides of the morning taste; coffee, how nice it would be if not for these salty tears ...I love the mornings with the fogThat herald the mysterious dawnConfirming the unknowingness of the day ahead...Offer your hand to support We are family on this rock ...A good friend who is always willing to help me take care of something too big for one to handle.