Lovely, lovely, lovely;
They say that you are lovely
I see the sparkling in your eyes
...
A mother's love
Wraps around you like the wind,
Invisible, incomprehensible, and inescapable-
Not that you would want to escape
...
I once went to a recital
For Spoken Word Poetry
A young man and woman
...
Second doesn't sound nearly as special
As first
But you're a world more important to me.
There are scars on my hands
...
I stand untouched
by flames and clubs
But the horror rakes my throat,
The fires are far away
...
Fast, fast, faster
What harm could there be?
I know this road
Like the back of my hand
...
Pulsing
Pulsing to move
Pulsing to eat, to breathe
Pulsing to live
...
I am sorry for the readers
and the writers with much to say
On sorrow,
For it seems sorrow
...
As the storms subsided
I recognized your plight,
The tide pushed and pulled us closer
Until my land was out of sight
...