April 9, 2015

There

Between the crisp sheet
And tangled arms of need
Baby, you won't be there.

In your summer sighs
In the faces in the sky
Baby, I won't be there

In sad, mellow tunes
Of this crazy little loon
Baby, you won't be there

In improvised smiles
In chit-chats for awhile
Baby, I won't be there




Note: This can be a song. Any musicians out there? :)

4 comments:

A reflection shared is an insight gained. :)