Monday, June 11, 2007

For boo

when the night is not so cloudy
and the heart is quiet & dry
when the dreams begin to wake me
there's no time to say goodbye

when the distant whistle's heard
in the quiet of the railroad track
How I wish to board that train
How I wish to bring you back

when I saw my fingers bleed
I blamed it on the thorns
when I feel my soul is bleeding
there's no one to blame it on

some say love, it is a song
I sing every night, before I sleep
some say love, it is a stem
green & graceful with a new born leaf

some say love it is a warmth
that I've felt only once
I say love, it is a home
that you showed me in your arms.


little boxes said...

this is very nice poetry..
i mean,u can literally feel in the pain in that "thorns" line and live the moments which drove you write such a piece...
its beautiful

Astraeus said...

this was a baeutiful expression.. simply loved the way each word had jutting images to it