Thursday, March 12, 2009

blackberry kiss


you say
"no rush dear
what's the hurry"
but the wind is screaming
go go go
why is everyone
in such a flurry?
I look at you and see
a church filled
with roman candles
and warm whispers
stained glass soul
my arched ceiling love

everytime i see you
I see a blackberry tree
with kisses scalded
to your bark
who are you really?
never know

2 comments:

the golden fairy princess said...

what a pretty poem, it makes me feel all warm but a bit sad all at once.

sarahjane* said...

goodness, this is such a beautiful poem*