Sep 25, 2009 12:09
silence sits a golden eyed cat that has my tongue
plentiful are the things I know
but even more the things I don't
the questions that creep on silk clad feet
go unasked
You see my all my predators and prey
demons, angels and saints
I am a gutted picture book
but you
in some ways are as every bit mysterious as the always changing sea
I want to plunge in
yet here is sit instead on the docks tipping only my toes
wondering if I'll ever brave the reefs
words paint my world