SUN SIGN
I spin around the sun
wonder what becomes of age
when night crawls under
the window sash
wonder what becomes of age
when night crawls under
the window sash
I spin around the sun
for as long as I can
until mirrors no longer reflect
anything but the light
I spin around the sun
standing still sometimes
under stars confusing life
with anything but right
I spin around the sun
like a child who knows no age
I take my time and meet the gaze
of night when it comes
I spin around the sun
with love in my arms
on a warm summer morning
when songs come without warning
I spin around the sun
make my way in the day
like I have for many lifetimes
like I will for many nights
August 7, 2012
5 comments:
Gorgeous ..... but then again, why wouldn't it be, it was written by you and you too are Gorgeous.
Happy Un-Birthday.
Rosalita
Greetings from Virginia. Wishing you a joyful (oh, what to call it?) nonrecognition of an event that happened way back when...you know what I'm talking about, Sister.
Rosalita
Send me your e-mail. In dog years I'd be dead!
Obviously, I do not know how to blog.... You can reach me @ millpondfiberarts@gmail.com
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