Wednesday, September 15, 2010

A little bit of everything

When I die can I be a California Gurl?
All fluff and sex
candy for the eye?
Can I walk the moon, sit the wall as a fly,
Use space as a tool to find out why?
When I die can I become a wave?
Frothing and foaming over my grave?
Can I fly, can I laugh, can I save?
If the clouds are but water, where do God's tears come from
and the light at the edges, glowing golden, surely that's where he sits?
Watching and laughing with a twinkle no one sees.

When I die.
Can I twinkle too, wear grown up shoes, shed anguish and fears?
Can I look down, see my feet, have long golden hair, canoe the stars?
There will I be the wind and the waves, waiting just waiting for me.
Waiting to collect pieces, scatter them again.


Blogger Brian Miller said...

oh this is a tight it...the things we can be in the next touch just a bit of the one that provides!

thanks for stopping by today...i co-run a poetry group called one stop....we have a forum on should drop this there...

9/15/10, 10:22 AM  
Blogger human being said...

god sits in your heart
and shed his tears through your words
and they haunt our hearts
and you'll never die


9/16/10, 10:08 PM  
Blogger Echo said...

Thanks for visiting Brian, I will visit the forum.

human being,
you have it exactly, thanks!

9/17/10, 5:52 AM  
Blogger Stubbetufsa said...

Thank you, my postcrossing friend, for your poetric way of talking on my blog!
It`s not THAT cold here, we have the Golfstream, you see!
Have a happy life as a student, it comes quick enough to hard facts!

10/8/10, 6:47 AM  
Blogger goatman said...

You may surely do all this, and watch at the same time.
All is one.
Beautiful words

11/4/10, 9:56 AM  

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