Sunday, August 26, 2012


gold glistens in the sun
as the light that strikes its skin
bounces off and lands in my eye.
it is not gold then that glistens.

when you smile, i see the world
contained in a glass bowl.
and the picture is frozen
it was never moving after all.

when you talk i hear music
my heart hears music
my brain hears music
my ears, all they hear is your voice
but the rest of my body,
it hears soaring music.

there are fools and there are dreamers
and there are drunks and there are drinkers.
there are those that cry 
and those that sing and sigh.
and there are those that are in love.