Chasing Red Birds
Monday, August 10, 2009
It's funny the paths that thoughts can take
on dark nights with skies threatening rain
when the heart believes before knowing remembers
and longings turn memories to pain....
As the soul reaches for something jaded
and the eyes sparkle
right before hopes faded...
and in that moment
between legacy and shame
it starts to rain...
and I love and I love
I am a mess dear heart
yet you love me just the same..
Not a Sparrow Falls