Monday, November 29, 2010

nomad, not mad

Gentle humming

Of a gentle breeze

Brings me back down

Well-worn knees

Gentle humming

Of an oiled machine

Clears my head now

Blackberry teas

Gentle humming

Of your best tune

Blooming into my ear

Holding you soon

Gentle humming

The ancient sky

Watches it’s tears

And a well-told lie

Gentle humming

I can try, I can try, I can try

To fly, to sigh, goodbye

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