Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Oh, You (for you)

Oh, you shine a light on me that's as tender as a boiled egg.
The whites of my eyes are dilated.
All the buildings have my name on them.
I'm working so hard on your freedom.
I'm glad there is rhythm and sound, it really populates my days.
Grief is only temporary and rarely ever fatal.
Think of a place and then go there.
You'll get a real handle on what to expect when you expect it.
I appreciate them.
My days are full of expectations.

1 Comments:

Blogger Sarah said...

So sweet.

8:36 AM  

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