My empathy wakes me up and
startles me in the middle of the night
Because I can feel you.
From across the room, I feel you.
Through walls and across town
I feel your fingers flipping through feathered pages of frayed memories
And I’m sorry that my words
took your heard and placed it on a bed of nails,
waiting for it to dry.
That my words took your breath away
and put it in a pouch on top of a forgotten bookcase
and left you speechless.
if people were rain, I’d be a hurricane.
and though you may think you’re strong enough to roll
with the tides
I was made for the Gods.
Look me in the eyes and you’ll turn into stone
So don’t try and wait for the telephone to ring.
Time is what we need
and that’s a trip, right?
because what is time but space and light?
Space and Light.
Created: Jan 17, 2010Document Media