November 16, 2010

  • "cover"




    the best poems never are written down anymore,

    clouds/words just trailing off
    into that special place

    where you stay;
    eternally so.
    the sun is always shining there,
    i like to see you when i can.
    these little visits mean so much to me
    in my present condition at my current station;
    the radio but a poor substitute for
    your voice
    the music i want to make
    forever the deepest
    shade of what someone like me
    would like to call
    home.

     © adm, 2010

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