Sunday, April 13, 2008

listening to...

listening to toni childs...such strange and lovely poetry.



...with a room by the sea
and a voice in the sand
telling me your truth
and telling me your view
in how you see the world
spinning, spinning round
and what is love and what is death
the fears you have to put to rest...

...with a smile in the sun
and a face in the sand
sitting on a swing
unfolding bits of string
the face is innocence
but the words are something more
it's in the voice
it's in the sound
it's in the way the world is round...


it's that small girl, down by the sea, found the angel in me.



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