Flowers on the Moon
By Thom
Flowers On The Moon June 3, 2001 ~ Flowers on the Moon ~ Blue tipped birds have brushed my body Typhoon rains still sting my skin Voices still call out to me at night Their voices are dim But still they call Breaking like waves And battering against the crown of my head The search continues Enveloping myself in weary nights Nothing can grow in my garden Must be green thumb I lack I see no magic petals of roses And high tide washes nothing ashore Time and places get lost in space Earthly delights slip easily It always seems to be hello When in fact it's just goodbyes But this hunger I cannot deny Scattered paths Have always seemed to be my way There are no flowers On the moon ~ Thom Written June 3rd, 2001 © on Jun 13 2001 03:06 PM PST 0 • 10
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