Sunday, April 20, 2008

I failed at making soup


Songs of butterflies are near me 
stories of the sun
memories of the moon 
escape me
The nights of my youth hum upstairs
buried in blackberry
my soul waits
I would light a match 
If I could reach
I just lost myself 
in this photograph of mountains
I search for meaning in this song 
It will be the soundtrack
to my new life

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