outside of my window
there is a sun.
we look at each other,
finally, into each other’s eyes.
and people screaming
and a violin streaming
as long as the ghost can see
the river, in its eyes.
the wind
knows the bottom
of the stream.
so remember that
every time you look
and don’t see.
there is no truth-
why else
over
and all
would there
be
the
deepest
light?
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 9:44 PM UTC
outside of my window
there is a sun.
we look at each other,
finally, into each other’s eyes.
and people screaming
and a violin streaming
as long as the ghost can see
the river, in its eyes.
the wind
knows the bottom
of the stream.
so remember that
every time you look
and don’t see.
there is no truth-
why else
over
and all
would there
be
the
deepest
light?