cool breezes crisp in shadowlands so dreamy
i sit on sand
waiting
he say he is coming
the middle east huh?
i think he is already here, crying
i think i catch his sighs off the edges of thunder storms
from moth (fireflies in the Delta)
where i sit in the bayou
i thought it was Africa, but they tell me the middle east
he say he is coming
i listen for his word carried by the trees
where they say he is coming
i think he already here tho, crying
if you read his words, really read them
then you know love and truth and law
he is a compassionate soul~~~
and i can feel his sighs achoing off the chest of thundersrtorms
quievering like a grieving father or son watching a grieving father
i sit on sand
waiting
i thought it was Africa but they say the middle east
he is coming
i think he already here, crying
Regis
In deep write, girl. You the best.
Ron
EDWIN
Fee
Where have you been, I've missed you! Undone by the beauty, the power of your pen - you know I'd love,
" ... sometimes i catch his sighs
right off the edges of thunderstorms ...." <-- what an opening!!
Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.