I am asleep rocked by the ages I can’t draw myself out of slumber
No matter how many good ideas I can conceive my talent chokes me
My ears open without hearing, my green eyes stare without sight
Flow away from me and cry no longer, surfing on blood of innocents
I am the melting snow baptizing my soul the wind begins to sing
Dancing on this shell hasn’t damage my pearls as of yet
One wing desperation one wing joy, with my heart I touch the sky
See if you can wake me to rhythm without a beat so I may sway
When a bike rides away with a fish
Doors wide open yet I still sit quietly inside
How can I be the vessel?
Copyringt~LGHurcomb 25 Sept 13
me March 2009
copyright LGHurcomb