Friday, August 10, 2012

Glory.


Petals encircling 
Newspapers crumbling.
Turn the TV off and wait for the writing in the sky
It could be bad, it doesn't matter
'Cause those words will just melt into the clouds.
Don't be mad, my name was misgiven...

I've known glory all my life.



Saturday, August 4, 2012

From Finner.


(NewYork film. Belated Friday post!)

The waves that hit his face
Marked the past
And the farrows on his skin,
Oh how time goes fast.


And we are far from home, but we're so happy.
Far from home, all alone but we're so happy.