rustling leaves
incense smoke
whispering eaves
paintbrush strokes
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
je vous attends ici
ici sur l'herbe je vous attends
ici sur l'herbe et moi j'entends
des oiseaux qui chantent et croyez vous
qu'il mentent aux ceux qu'ils aiment ?
les libellules le savent, mais ils ne me disent pas
mais voulez-vous savoir, ce que moi je crois ?
moi je crois qu'une chanson aussi belle
ne peut jamais parler d'un amour mortelle
et que les oiseaux que moi j'entends
sont des anges qui même aujourd'hui attendent
la joie de connaitre quelqu'un comme vous
ici sur l'herbe je vous attends
ici sur l'herbe et moi j'entends
des oiseaux qui chantent et croyez vous
qu'il mentent aux ceux qu'ils aiment ?
les libellules le savent, mais ils ne me disent pas
mais voulez-vous savoir, ce que moi je crois ?
moi je crois qu'une chanson aussi belle
ne peut jamais parler d'un amour mortelle
et que les oiseaux que moi j'entends
sont des anges qui même aujourd'hui attendent
la joie de connaitre quelqu'un comme vous
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
Poem For the Distant Mountains.
As summer's day ends and green fields turn to gold,
Children laugh somewhere, and the air becomes cold,
I hear the sound of cars; as if a rushing river,
I realize that I'm alone, and now I start to quiver
All alone, and I miss you,
But the sun sinks low behind me,
And as I gaze at pink painted peaks
I know that you will find me.
Children laugh somewhere, and the air becomes cold,
I hear the sound of cars; as if a rushing river,
I realize that I'm alone, and now I start to quiver
All alone, and I miss you,
But the sun sinks low behind me,
And as I gaze at pink painted peaks
I know that you will find me.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
i believe in tormented souls
the shadows visible
behind stained-glass eyes
shadows which flicker
shadows never recede
shadows which haunt
graffittied bus shelters and shadows which
lurk beyond lamplight, shadows cast
even in darkest night
shadows deep as
the ocean and shadows as
black and fluttering ravens
shadows which follow you home and shadows which
echo in sighs, those shadows
drift in your eyes as you sleep
the shadows visible
behind stained-glass eyes
shadows which flicker
shadows never recede
shadows which haunt
graffittied bus shelters and shadows which
lurk beyond lamplight, shadows cast
even in darkest night
shadows deep as
the ocean and shadows as
black and fluttering ravens
shadows which follow you home and shadows which
echo in sighs, those shadows
drift in your eyes as you sleep
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Something new started today. You might go "oh it's too soon to say that," but all I'm saying is I'm hoping one day I'll tell a story about today.
the waves break closer
I beg them to stop, but they
wash over my feet
I beg them to stop, but they
wash over my feet
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