Saturday, March 22, 2008
Morning Prayer
write write write
Let me write until the morning light.
Glory, frying pan, coffee.
Sun, don’t I know you?
I dream to wake before you age.
It could have been the wind, yes, I suppose that's right.
write write write
Let me write until the morning light.
Glory, frying pan, coffee.
Sun, don’t I know you?
I dream to wake before you age.
