Little Gal
01-30-2012, 10:45 AM
At the small end of this deep voice
and some hard spoken words that go right into you as you stand there
trying, to put its shadow away
there is a building dream of the eyes that go making rhymes
of yellow grass of sad sleeping loss
were you there?
I thought I heard you standing
I thought, you tried to hold your breath
I thought,
I thought you went one step into the melting night
while my harp played
thinking you were listening.
and some hard spoken words that go right into you as you stand there
trying, to put its shadow away
there is a building dream of the eyes that go making rhymes
of yellow grass of sad sleeping loss
were you there?
I thought I heard you standing
I thought, you tried to hold your breath
I thought,
I thought you went one step into the melting night
while my harp played
thinking you were listening.