Shake the clouds
Kiss the evenings of possibilities
Tell the moon to sleep some more
Things are fine, Ask the Sun to Shine
Pick up the bees
Line up the butterflies
To flap its wings
In swarms and millions
Let the day flicker in that lapsed darkness
Let me pluck the strings of my old guitar
May be I will learn the notes
May be I will sing the song
Let me loose the wings
And Walk for a change
Let the stones bite me sweetly
And let me drip the nectar
To feed the earth
Let the air get the whiff of that forgotten scent of life
Let the light slow down for a moment
In this momentary eternity,
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
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