Wednesday, December 8, 2010

at the crossroads
with feet of lead
and heart of stone
i sit
silently willing
the choice to be made for me
skies shift and animals who know nothing
of human love go about the business of life
as my paralyzed heart finds a new rhythm
louder now that i am forced to hear
laughter of children that my brain doesn't compute
gentle december breeze only vapour on my skin
captured in a moment of eternity
from which i long release
what is this crazy love
what is this crazy life
the answer for me is always in the sky
the answer or more questions
i can never tell the difference

December 2009

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