...and just keeps on coming

What Lies Within
by: Eric Fulmer

I sit by the water, flowing fast, flowing free;
And feel the cool breeze break across my face.
Reveling in the freedom this land can offer;
This mountainous land as infinite as the sea.

I find myself, who I am inside,
As I lose myself in this wilderness.
For the land brings out a part of me
That deep within does hide.

Eric's naturalistic poetry strikes again...

Beyond the Sea I Go
by: Eric Fulmer

On, on, I travel far;
Far across this dreary land.
My path goes ever on before me.
Somewhere behind me lies my home,
Somewhere ahead lies the sea.
That infinite plane of murky water
Beyond which, I am sure, lie my dreams.

*speaks for itself*

"When Sleep Runs Away"
by: Eric Fulmer

When sleep runs away, I sit and think
Of all the things of life.
Of people, of things; fun times and of joy,
And pain and times of strife.

Why all of these memories flood my mind,
I honestly cannot say,
For they come to me unbidden,
As on my bed I lay.

Over and over the thoughts repeat,
As I seek to leave this land,
And enter another, built from my dreams,
Created by my own hand.

For in my dreams I travel to and fro,
Not hindered by thoughts of living,
But carried away where I fly like a hawk.
My wings, to me, freedom are giving.

But, finally, I drift far away,
To sleep as I desire.
Only to hear my clock alarm
Pulling me back into the mire.