Tuesday, February 08, 2000

you

you sleeping
crashed against
an unmade bed
i think of you shaking
hair out of your eyes
beautifuls creature, ferel soul
i see you in the lightness of the summers moon
i have seen you walking in the warm summer rain
sun streaking through the broken sky
i have never seen such green as the grass was that day
all things soaking up life pouring down from above