you're a painting with symbols deep,
symphony soft as it shifts from dark beneath
a poem that flows, caressing my skin
in all of these things you reside and I
want you flow from the pen, bow and brush
with paper and string, and canvas tight
with ink in the air, to dust your light?
from morning to the black of night
this is my call I belong to You
this is my call to sing the melodies of You
this is my call I can do nothing else
I can do nothing else
you're the scent of an unfound bloom
a simple tune
I only write variations to sooth the mood
a drink that will knock me down to the floor
a key that will unlock the door
where I hear a voice sing familiar themes
then beckons me weave notes in between
a tap and a string, a bow and a glass
you pour me till the day has passed....
~sixpence none the richer
i got on today to the very exciting discovery that had my fist follower!!
thank you so much look for stars!
i love your blog!
last night it snowed but not enough do really do anything with..
this year i want a really good snow like four inches good.
it hasnt snowed that much since i was like 3 haha.
i love the new free people quilts,
i think ana from silver wings got one.
this summer i want to learn to sew so maybe i will learn how to make one. =)
(talk about time consuming!)
happy 2009!
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