what's your mode of transport?
mine is the sun. when it rises dripping from the sea when it falls like honey on the trees when it swallows up clouds my soul moves with it.
mine is you.
|
-just a poem i stumbled on while surfing.. enjoy! Upon A Childhood In my daughter's eyes There is a perfect blend Of innocence and passion This peanut butter-loving hellion Can dance on the Monterey moon Sail the seven bathtub seas And blast off in her cardboard rocket She doesn't know yet That she can't truly do these things Doesn't know about Santa Claus, The Easter Bunny, or Daddy Her world is filled with wonder Bubbles hold rainbows captive Crayons duel with da Vinci And macaroni belongs on elbows, doesn't it? Someday she'll learn That dreams don't exist Outside of cubicles and copiers When that day comes It'll find me dressed in black Mourning my daughter's childhood And her long-dreaded initiation Into the world of cappuccinos and condoms |
|