Post by moonwick on Mar 9, 2007 15:41:17 GMT -5
I live off of purple grapes and tea and
Premonitions scribbled onto narrow scraps of paper
Which are drawn from a tweed hat
Or printed out and nestled into
Foreign cookies that taste like cardboard.
No, I don’t believe in Fate,
But I believe in Hope.
Thank god
For the beautiful souls in my life,
Their words tucked away in my memory
Like a sigh, like a truth, like a song.
Thank god
For the water wells into which we toss our penny dreams
Which are worth so much more than one measly cent.
We wish for health, love, and happiness,
And the wisdom to know the differences amongst them.
Thank god for differences.
Thank god for similarities.
No, I don’t believe in God,
But I believe in friends.
After the sun goes down
You can find quiet
In places where streetlamps glow yellow through branches
And rooftops reach up to the moon.
The peace that will sparkle your eyes,
That smooth resolve,
That placating calm
Will leave a print on my heart forever.
No, I don’t believe in Coincidence,
But I believe in you.
Premonitions scribbled onto narrow scraps of paper
Which are drawn from a tweed hat
Or printed out and nestled into
Foreign cookies that taste like cardboard.
No, I don’t believe in Fate,
But I believe in Hope.
Thank god
For the beautiful souls in my life,
Their words tucked away in my memory
Like a sigh, like a truth, like a song.
Thank god
For the water wells into which we toss our penny dreams
Which are worth so much more than one measly cent.
We wish for health, love, and happiness,
And the wisdom to know the differences amongst them.
Thank god for differences.
Thank god for similarities.
No, I don’t believe in God,
But I believe in friends.
After the sun goes down
You can find quiet
In places where streetlamps glow yellow through branches
And rooftops reach up to the moon.
The peace that will sparkle your eyes,
That smooth resolve,
That placating calm
Will leave a print on my heart forever.
No, I don’t believe in Coincidence,
But I believe in you.