Some days
By Parson Thru
Tue, 18 Jun 2013
- 578 reads
Some days
when I don't have the power
to care anymore
I stand in the wind and blow
Stand in the wind and blow
while angels softly smooth my hair
and take me to where
the gulls turn endlessly
through my mind
Knife-like wings cut and plane
on the hint of a thought
the breath of a dream
Borne aloft on the sound of your name
Effortless grace
Limitless space
I close my eyes to the world
and its cares
Come to a place
where in the silence
I lose my fear
stand in the breeze
and know you are near
- Log in to post comments