PaganMorality
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Jan 27, 2004
- Messages
- 4
it's possible to see the unforgivable
in time and secrets winnable
from me. it's conceivable to find
my reasons in the trial of winter
and summer and fall and spring
and all other seasons.
I didn't ask, What can't I be?
A toad, a riveting call, a mountain
by the stream? In all things
I'm a bird that forgets to fly
I'm a cat that forgets to nap.
What all times know is something that
cannot be, that secret of a thousand
harried glances across broken romances -
but we cannot see buried deep in the strand
the rocks that hurt our hands,
and I can't help to throw them
at myself or anyone else.
I didn't ask, Where am I now?
By the river, by the sea,
by nothing meant to ever be?
I'm a clock that forgets to tick
I'm a chirping cricket that cannot sing.
I'm the puddle that forgets to splash
I'm a secret that forgets to tell.
in time and secrets winnable
from me. it's conceivable to find
my reasons in the trial of winter
and summer and fall and spring
and all other seasons.
I didn't ask, What can't I be?
A toad, a riveting call, a mountain
by the stream? In all things
I'm a bird that forgets to fly
I'm a cat that forgets to nap.
What all times know is something that
cannot be, that secret of a thousand
harried glances across broken romances -
but we cannot see buried deep in the strand
the rocks that hurt our hands,
and I can't help to throw them
at myself or anyone else.
I didn't ask, Where am I now?
By the river, by the sea,
by nothing meant to ever be?
I'm a clock that forgets to tick
I'm a chirping cricket that cannot sing.
I'm the puddle that forgets to splash
I'm a secret that forgets to tell.
