It is with roses and locomotives (not to mention acrobats Spring electricity Coney Island the 4th of July the eyes of mice and Niagra Falls) that my "poems" are competing.
Friday, December 9, 2011
I was born in a cloud...
Now I am falling.
I want you to catch me.
Look up and you'll see me.
You know you can hear me.
The world is so loud.
Keep falling. I'll find you.
We're over a forest.
There's millions of snowflakes.
We're dancing.The world is so loud.
Keep falling and I'll find you.
I am ice and dust. I am sky.
I can see horses wading through snowdrifts.
My broken hearts, my fabulous dances.
My fleeting song, fleeting.
The world is so loud.
Keep falling. I'll find you.
-Kate Bush
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