Saturday, January 26, 2008

Fall II

If I could write from my heart,
the words would fall like diamonds from my jeweled vanity
If I could write from my heart,
the words would fall from the sky like fresh laid eggs -
they would fall from the cool blue sky
and crack open to release their sunshine as they hit the brown autumn dust.
If I could write from my heart,
I would sing on my knees like a starling on the summer dew.

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