Shuttering winds cast 'round the streets
as I pull you with my charm.
I heard she claimed her blues on you.
We often pass in reflection,
How careful we step,
Afraid of breaking the egg before it's allowed to hatch.
Your number still remains on my counter waiting for a time.
A connection is all that's needed, but I love to pull my charm on you.
The roses are in bloom, yet dead flowers remain in this empty room.
© 1988 Sonja Phinney
No comments:
Post a Comment