Saturday, April 15, 2006

do you have any asian throwing sticks with chains attached.

Casket memories
You’ll take this heart of mine
To the grave with you
I’ll hand you mine
So much of me steeped in illness
I’m so thankful for a death that shines true

How I’ve made a bed
With patience and care
How so much waiting
Turns to me analyzing why you don’t
And why I do.

Child how you love so well
Let us hide our sorrow
And carry this toy gun hatred
Like a poisonous snake
And release it into the woods.

And the pain of loss
Feels like sun shine
Compared to the regret
We’d share if we hadn’t shared our lives.