hillwalker
04-18-2010, 11:37 AM
I’LL RAISE A GLASS
I’ll raise a glass to your wriggly tail,
your tadpole head,
your blind insistence to survive;
immersed in quickened blood,
one goal
one singled cell
to blossom into life.
Without your sure direction
I would not be here,
another hand would write these lines,
their fate not mine.
I’ll raise a glass to your wriggly tail,
your tadpole head,
your blind insistence to survive;
immersed in quickened blood,
one goal
one singled cell
to blossom into life.
Without your sure direction
I would not be here,
another hand would write these lines,
their fate not mine.