more from the past
Monday, June 4
from July 22, 2006
posted for a friend
Black boxes
A writer’s truth
I’ve seen you walking along the waterfront
Every day of my life
Someone just like me
An old friend, and counsel
Letting it go and trying to hold it in
The war, waiting
I want to know your face
Touch your heart
I am such a child
*************************************
Sitting on my porch
Rolling my mind across your
Waves of compassion
Running through the rain
My feet trembling, again
Addicted to loneliness
posted for a friend
Black boxes
A writer’s truth
I’ve seen you walking along the waterfront
Every day of my life
Someone just like me
An old friend, and counsel
Letting it go and trying to hold it in
The war, waiting
I want to know your face
Touch your heart
I am such a child
*************************************
Sitting on my porch
Rolling my mind across your
Waves of compassion
Running through the rain
My feet trembling, again
Addicted to loneliness
