Wednesday, March 4, 2009

cold hard facts

mostly we are
hidden from thoughts we drew
we live our lives delight
fully hidden from the view
hidden what's out there
hiding all that's true
shielding brightly possible
roads we never knew
passing our hiding places
we are out there too
hiding less now
taking our bow

The Turn

My head is on fire
Screaming desire
Never to tire
Lost time to inspire
Cries deep from the mire
There's so much to view
Thoughts drain out askew
To do something new
Or spill wine with you