 |
june 14th, 2012
11:42:56 pm
|
|
circling
above my head on a bright sunny day
far
above the trees and the earth an occasion took place
the
slight sound of wings and feath..
|
|
NO LIMMITS TO
THIS
the
room is silent again
yet
these ears still ring and whisper
a
recap of the stories of the day's whooping crane
..
|
|
faces on the wall
a progression of time
older than my only bottle of wine
faces that grimace
though with swift bump
they would all f..
|
|
the wind is blowing down from the northeast again
waves splashing up the side of this boat
my sails are up and pointing up to the st..
|
|
she woke up to me gone
it was one cold Sunday
another cup of coffee gone stale
another ship set sail
another faded folk song
I ough..
|
|
in the hearts of men,
our moments lived were one for the high,
the oceans were driven in the winds of time,
my dreams are here,
my..
|
|
this stage is where I live,
where I burn
performing for the world.
Days have come and gone
moons set,
stars visited
I've w..
|
|
within these few moments
I will tell you something
close your eyes and turn the knob
this is the time to take chances and let go
to re..
|
|
life comes and goes just as the windows are tamed,
the
buildings go up,
labeled,
named,
such beasts of human nature,
to..
|
|
|
first
prev
Profile
Writing
Friends
Share This