hi, I am worried that you will turn
into a worry-wart and end up hating
everyone when we get older. I hope you
see that you are not trapped in this life.
I hope you see yourself as a spinning child
of glory, as a bird of charity on the
winds of the breath of tomorrow's rainbow.
If I close my eyes will I see blue skies?
If I close my eyes will I find you?
for us to love truly, we must reveal our darkness
our hatred, our anger, our fears, anguish and pain
I want to see your grief
I want to measure the terror
I want to float you like a cloud
I want to swallow you like flowers swallow rain
I want to lift you up to heavenly places
...and beg you to remain.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart