Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
Safe
11.12.04
“Do you think my soul is safe?” she asks me.
And I smile and tell her, “Yes.”
Because the sky is so amazingly blue, today
And these moments are rare to come by.
“Do you think this world is safe?” he asks in silence.
And the beautiful smiles whisper, “Yes, maybe.”
Because the sky is so spectacularly grey, today
And these moments are rare to come by.
<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [CS]