Sunday, April 22, 2007
Sunday poetic licence
They never told you you're unique
But you know from the looks
The way the voice sings
And the sun that skims
Across the squint
You like dancing in the dark
Music is your friend
The notes embrace and drown
The chatter in your ears
They see you laugh and smile
But water runs deep beneath
the cold lake on a warm day
With the sunshine above our heads
You'd always wonder why
Happiness chooses us
In the loneliest spot
Over the darkest hour
One never says the word
Though soon it'd be time
When they would in return
Caress your hair like it was the first.
~ Carl 22/4/07 (copyright)
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