spring fling 4-3-09

there's so much there to be said
we sit in silence while the music plays.

there's so much more to be read
we bled
and our insides spilled onto the page.

it was only one night, no harm done
it was fun
but we ignore what happened because it didn't.

we all have so many dreams
it seems
like they'll never be close enough o finish.

slowly the butterfly opens wide its wings
it sings
in the silent glory of the air and the flowers

and the spring.