Friday, September 20, 2013

Spark

No thrills
No frills
No fireworks
No fire
No ashes
No art
No sound 
of a breaking heart

but a quiet moon
lights up my room

(and i can't hide
this tide
that pulls me ashore)

sometimes,
love breaks in
when its dark

and sometimes
you have to wait for it
to spark.




I love this song. Thanks Eirene :) 

Monday, September 9, 2013

Mist



SOURCE


Take me for one more drive
around the bend
where the trees look familiar
and the mist on the windows 
is the only 
difference