like a fog coming down
to cover up a sleeping village
or like a stream that runs through the forest
to keep its creatures free from thirst
i belong
in a state of spiritual rebirth
where my life can bare secrets
as a seashell held up to the ear
pouring music straight out of the ocean
because it feels good to set it free
i am a meaning
a loss and a find all together
like love pumping blood throught the veins
to be held and understood
because today i saw a girl
and she stared hard and ahead like me
looking through people
while her eyes turned into lamps
and somewhere in a valley made of shadows
i laughed and i really understood.
copyright (c) 1998 by chris mccool
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