Dec 21, 2005 19:25
I sense the swell in your eyes
of decieving blue skies;
Your feelings are mine,
drinking water or wine,
despite such a sly disguise.
You are looking down,
As I watch you pace.
Decision must be made,
But deciding is hard
When the decision cannot
Clear the frown off your face.
In between by choice,
I offer my voice;
Know that I'm more than just sound.
I would row my canoe,
Through the oceans for you,
Until you're not lost; instead found.
Shade the world with your somber smiles;
And wounds with Mosaic Tiles,
But always open to me,
Because either way I can see,
Through all of your sorrowful wiles.
143.