Dear hummer driver:
you don’t need a car to prove
you are a *********
Left the museum
to find prettier colors
in autumn leaves
If eyes are windows
let me pray to the stained glass
mosaic of yours
I write in green ink
to spread the hope you wrote of
Pablo Neruda
What better feeling
than waking to a heartbeat
knowing it’s not yours
Where did the stars go,
I ask as the sun comes up.
Oh! They’re in your eyes
Play me the guitar
and imagine that it’s me,
in your arms again.
May 30, 2011
May 30, 2011 at 4:32 PM UTC
Dear hummer driver:
you don’t need a car to prove
you are a *********
Left the museum
to find prettier colors
in autumn leaves
If eyes are windows
let me pray to the stained glass
mosaic of yours
I write in green ink
to spread the hope you wrote of
Pablo Neruda
What better feeling
than waking to a heartbeat
knowing it’s not yours
Where did the stars go,
I ask as the sun comes up.
Oh! They’re in your eyes
Play me the guitar
and imagine that it’s me,
in your arms again.