Monday, January 5, 2009

it is raining. i am writing. sigh.

new song

teach me a new song.
the depths so astray.
my soul set free--
--tis the dawn of a new day--

firey beams::they scare me no
for i am learning a new song
--that song is hope.



fancy

i fancy you.
do you fancy me?
to shy to say.
to bitter to believe.

but if i fancy you--
--and you fancy me

like two sparrows in the sky
we shall be free.