Thursday, September 27, 2012

When I have no words yet I speak, I come to find the depths of me..

I was my purest in my mother's womb, so happy with such little room

I'm stuck in a cage
A bird with shark teeth
A bus with no wheels
A tear that never falls
into nothing.
A smile wide as your eye
A heart soft as spoiled butter
I want to get away
Pick my feet up and tell them to go
I just want to go
I want to speak the language of a black bird
I want to land on air
I want to feel light
I want to see shine
And meet time
I want to come out of my mother's womb again
I want to cry that first cry
I just want to come out
I just want to go
I want to get away
From you pain
Drenched in your rain
Stars have been loyal
They find me in the dark
I look up to find their start
They laugh in numbers
My breath trails their ray
I try to follow & fall on my face
Pick my feet up and tell them to go
They move but they move slow
perfectly.
With reason
naturally ...
I just want to go
Speak the language of a black bird
Land on air
Feel light
See shine
Meet time
Come out of my mother's womb again
And cry that first cry