Wednesday 12 August 2009

Lay there waiting, Grasping

A shower of worries waves over me quick.
As a lion i cower under my paw.
The cat inside me cries out in shame.
What the hell am i crying for?

Stretching my arms above my head.
Reaching up to the stars up and away.
My head lolls around on my neck.
Claiming a busy hectic day.

Laying down with the fresh grass beneath me.
my belly to the moon looking down.
my hair as a fan all around my face.
Not the slightest trace of a frown.

My peachy perky body lies still on the grass.
My arms spread eagled around.
Grasping the air in my hands and my lungs
Awaiting the oncoming sounds.

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