You will see
times face turning, arms swinging
too tired not to sing
these quiet love songs
words that mean nothing
but everything
I want you too feel
the poetry for yourself
of yourself
everything connected
always all ways
patently paitently incorrect
just like me.
Sigh. Just like me.
ReplyDeletebefore there were
ReplyDeleteonly robots
speaking
languages that lived in dreams
and the darkness that conquered all fears
constantly turned them into themselves again
and so innocently that all as one slowly
they disappeared themselves
into the sky