i am made of tears
i hear low strings..
the rise of chords
long and lush.
tears roll down my cheeks
spring and light is light
the heaviness of winter dragging
her face to the open air
remembering
when god was sun,
the moon
man
the earth constellations
and
our own dreaming
made comets
fly against
a darkened universe
May 2nd, 2008 at 10:02 am
Me too.