Saturday, September 16, 2006

I dreamt the other night...

We sang the same song.
City streets fell silent.

You held my guitar pick.
I held my breath.

You showed me how to breathe.
I inhaled your words.

Your worn heart on your sleeve.
My stone on your shirt.

We lived in the rain.
The world fell asleep.

Puddles left with rivers.
Washed away our misery.

With each and every drop.
Your soul I could feel.

I strummed your epitaph.
You died in my sleep...


Tracy said...

breathe. . . breathe. . . breathe. . .


Tracy said...

more posts more posts more posts!!!!

more more more


bob-the-goat said...


Jonathan said...

I really like this and it made me wish I could fall asleep to the sound of the rain on the rooftops of the mobile home trailorrs that my elementary classrooms were in