I realize
that I am not the man
I should have been...
My nights are scattered darkness
becoming crows descending in light
to land on wheat fields
where they become golden,
where rivers of orange
run between green, flying shores
and I can swim along
on unsure footing
and still be accepted into your heart.
Jan 30, 2010
Jan 30, 2010 at 1:19 PM UTC
I realize
that I am not the man
I should have been...
My nights are scattered darkness
becoming crows descending in light
to land on wheat fields
where they become golden,
where rivers of orange
run between green, flying shores
and I can swim along
on unsure footing
and still be accepted into your heart.