Change waits for the dawn
Like a revocable feeling.
Clouds turn gestures into shadow
Like a phantom ceiling.
Waves tear open ocean’s belly
So Moon can see inside.
When walls burn, it’s freedom smoking:
It lives where walls can’t hide.
Moments of laughter; a star is missing-
You can find it in someone’s eyes.
Skies shed water just like weeping
Wherever a rainbow sighs.
Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 7:51 AM UTC
Change waits for the dawn
Like a revocable feeling.
Clouds turn gestures into shadow
Like a phantom ceiling.
Waves tear open ocean’s belly
So Moon can see inside.
When walls burn, it’s freedom smoking:
It lives where walls can’t hide.
Moments of laughter; a star is missing-
You can find it in someone’s eyes.
Skies shed water just like weeping
Wherever a rainbow sighs.
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