Insignificantes
Is the sparkle in your eyes
Of purest gems
Or deepest space?
Does it speak of joy to hold
Or emptiness and distance?
Is the music in your laugh
The trill of greeting
Or the dirge of farewell?
Will we ever meet again
Truely who can ever tell?
Friday, December 17, 2004
Fatherhood
I am carrying the torch you Handed me Not handed. Placed Carefully This is sacred space. Was the carrying so heavy for you as well? Were yo...
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
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