Jul 2014
You're that tiny bright bird
the only one
riding thunderstorms.
I search
from inside of my shell
far into the distance,
and a speck of tumbling ferocity
growing more wild and close.
I open up my window,
and maybe,
you'll rest here,
in my palms.
the only one
riding thunderstorms.
I search
from inside of my shell
far into the distance,
and a speck of tumbling ferocity
growing more wild and close.
I open up my window,
and maybe,
you'll rest here,
in my palms.
You'll always be present and like a pleasant flutter, a positive energy through the soul. I'm not sure if you've ever known the impact. :)
