spend an evening in deep.
take down the brick wall of fear
with my voice. its happening.
how long have i been a bud
on the stem of what life?
how'd we get the sound of sadness?
the chords that tickle melancholy.
blue and grey and purple and yellow.
because you cant know joy without pain.
and i can't know hurt without hope.
wide skies and lullabies
i want tomorrow to look this good.
i want. there's only so much a book can read.
tomorrow rises and i'm just falling.
does the butterfly ever part from her cocoon?
2 comments:
alex - i cant even be on your level on amazing understanding. this is just awesome.
you have no idea how much this poem just touches me. You have verbalized what cannot be verbalized. =)
-Dana
ps. i'm glad you're loving Davis. I'm lovin' the bay area!
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