Tuesday, September 23, 2008


Who fell from the sky and into my life
I did not know the impact you would leave
I did not see how much you would affect me
Change me
I tried to hold onto you; Tiny delicate dream
I tried to show you
But you had to move on shooting star

Oh divine contact you have aged me
The world is flat and stale; Seemingly broken
Jaded-colors faded to sunsets
I no longer get excited
It feels empty; wrong

I am a butterfly with a limp wing
I wan to fly- I want to feel excited
You have my innocence, my sky

Time will heal
Wounds will seal
Winter turns to spring; I grow
I know
I will get the urge
to go