Tuesday, February 13, 2007

southern passage

chickadee flyin. fallin. flyin
where was that wind?
bird didn´t see
touchin the lingering moments,
they´re callin
orange, yellow, purple
static waves of the sea
turning and turning, you
fall off behind me
sauntering, stately
while I´m reaching wild
chickadee calling
where is your gold friend
carry it, carry it
gold moment´s time