Tuesday, July 3, 2012

the one that's an angel

the rain surrounds my face
a chill wind from the window
but it's not real weather
it's in my mind, my hearing
coming in with the song
"to another world"

and i remember
dancing to this song in the kitchen
years and homes and stories ago
playing it from this very same website
on this very same computer
maybe it was raining, then

amazing the things that change our personalities
a glimpse of a certain color
the misheard lines of songs

every time we drive, we drive so close to the homes of many
every word we say is someone's history
or someone's dream
the rust on their shovel
the lilac at their feet
the face they failed to recognize in the crowd
the light that brought them home


we cannot say
what does and does not bring light to another
and any guess would be inaccurate


and sometimes we forget
what does and does not bring light to ourselves
but the music always reminds us




1 comment:

  1. I like it all, but this grouping is awesome!

    every word we say is someone's history
    or someone's dream
    the rust on their shovel
    the lilac at their feet
    the face they failed to recognize in the crowd
    the light that brought them home

    You are so right! The music is always there waiting for us. Nice one Ven!

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