Monday, March 13, 2006


Reflections: I have held
you to me as a mirror,
each love letter filled

with myself and to
myself, and now it is
myself, only, I hold.

Reflections: no comfort lies
across the river of thought,
nor in the mirrors of home.

Stephen Brooke ©2006

Back from my weekend at the Will McLean Festival. I'll probably write about that at the MySpace blog, it being music-related and all. Ideas for at least a couple songs bouncing around in my head; if nothing else, attending these folk fests definitely gets the songwriting juices flowing. I made need more paper towels to sop 'em up.

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