Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Poetry again...soul dump...

wake this day from your tempered slumber
and attend to my desires
not because you feel you should
but because you want to

home is the word of the moment
the word of our meditation
what it means in any given moment changes
like the summer breezes that blow

the winds inside us stir strongly and less consistently
gently tormenting our souls within
showing only as contemplation or melancholy to others
but we can understand each other’s inner life if we share

go back to the place we grew together for a short time
I am there
I am waiting
I don't need anything
but I do want you


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