Friday, December 01, 2006

9.

I never felt the warmth
on that cold lifeless day.
The parade never came,
it went the other way.

I've never known the touch
of a rose blooming new.
My leaves have never whispered,
the wind never blew.

My world is on my paper
as well as in my head.
That's why the sea can't reach me,
I never knew it dead.

I've never seen the sunlight
glance upon my hair.
It's always been so dark
in your loving care.

1 comment:

Lilith said...

This is one of my favorite poems by me. I started talking about one thing and it turned into something else. And it's the first one that's subtle. YAY! For those of you who don't know me, I'm not subtle. At all. I'm so up front it's crazy.