Thursday, September 2, 2010

A. Thought

This morning, I was lying awake in bed, feeling warm and safe in the arms of the lovely drummer boy when some words ran across my mind.

I thought I'd share them here seeing as writing more for me was one of my September Resolutions from yesterday,

His fingers in mine,
we lay there.
he, fast asleep in our wrapped up warmth
and I intent on listening.
the traffical trucks & motors grumble past:
a layer beneath the calls and falls of the outside birds,
heartbroken yet able to soar.
And this is the meaning of just one of my lives.
The others for now, forgotten.

Hope you like them.

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