DeirdreScott
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Mar 7, 2005
- Messages
- 145
The slient cacophany of noise...
No one in particular can I hear...
The clinks of loose change in the dryer
The hum of a lawnmower cutting the damp grass
The sesneless droll of a forgotten television...
My half-opened eyes...
(Or are they half-closed?)
Enjoying some Jonestown Tea
Thinking about the joy
That Wednesday will bring...
Mulling over in my mind
The things that The Book said...
A feeling inside akin to joy...
Today
I walked into a room
Washed in a pale green light
And I caught a glimpse of myself
In the mysterious mirror
And I saw something good
Something bright, behind my brown eyes
I saw my soul - my subdued kindness
I saw my reflection
And I smiled...
No one in particular can I hear...
The clinks of loose change in the dryer
The hum of a lawnmower cutting the damp grass
The sesneless droll of a forgotten television...
My half-opened eyes...
(Or are they half-closed?)
Enjoying some Jonestown Tea
Thinking about the joy
That Wednesday will bring...
Mulling over in my mind
The things that The Book said...
A feeling inside akin to joy...
Today
I walked into a room
Washed in a pale green light
And I caught a glimpse of myself
In the mysterious mirror
And I saw something good
Something bright, behind my brown eyes
I saw my soul - my subdued kindness
I saw my reflection
And I smiled...
