You hold your tail like a base ball bat.
I have heard of a tale like that.
I look to the ground,
and
I open my heart
to the part where we both know pain.
and for a moment
everything goes soft.
You hold your tail like a base ball bat.
I have heard of a tale like that.
I look to the ground,
and
I open my heart
to the part where we both know pain.
and for a moment
everything goes soft.
Cacophony or symphony
depends on where you sit.
The rhythm of life
hammers out on trees,
thumps downbeats on the earth,
and splashes in swamp and march.
Cymbals and chimes
shimmer on the waves and winds
and pluck the strings
of my heart.