Thursday, September 29, 2011

Love ... in the last days


Your story is written in my bones
I will carry you with me
Like a familiar song
I will move with the sound of your love

Wednesday, September 21, 2011


Someday I will learn to
speak my own language

And then I'll learn to be silent


I would like to know who I am
when I'm not watching

So I'll close my eyes and listen to the sound
of stories playing in the black space of my mind

What a strange foreign place