Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Monday, November 30, 2009

Unrest



wake up you sleepy bear

wake up the morning’s here

the light shines through

that cracked old door

and sprays across the dusty floor


wake up Rumplestiltskin

wake up- the day is new

the coffee’s on

the eggs are done

the table waits for you


wake up, sleepy head

wake up before it's night

the sun is warm

outside we’ll run

wake up and feel the light



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