Saturday, September 06, 2008
San Marcos Pass
Grass between my toes
wishing I was running free
Sun, like an oven baking my skin.
water drops on eyelashes make for me a rainbow world
laughter floats like butterflies, carried on the wind
Scents of sage, of sea, of dusty rock
Standing high atop the Earth
this place my own, but long since seen
Lemonade bush, sticky monkey, live oaks and open sky
red hands and feet, to match the sunset, and where we've been.
Fears conquered, and innocence spent
Crushed velvet and dirty denim
I remember you when I dream
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment