The bird talked to me
And guided my way
The color was black
And darker than red
The cab took me home
After a long days journey
To sleep and rest
And dream and scream
To see what is there
Beyond the other world
The roses follow me
They grow where I step
The fragrance fills me
The thorns are my cage
The red seeps out
Flowing from the roses
Leaving behind a pale pink
The red covers me
Painting me from head to toe
A black feather awaits
Floating down beside me
The war was over
The man has one
The boy has two
They have three
And the rest of the petals
Are left for me
To drop softly on the floor
Littering my past
Letting the new roses grow
My boots go right through them
Too insubstantial to kill them
The footprints around them
Leading everywhich way
Lead me to see and believe
I was here a previous day
And came back again
To see what has been done
Which way I didnt go
To meet people I dont know
The words never lied
The colors that we saw
The acts they committed
All done as we spied
A new intervention
The old dreams we dreamed
The lamps that lit our way
The dying embers
Of what we had.

::March 4, 2003 03:39 PM

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