...and counting...

12/26/2002

 
Daffodils
from 10/22/'02

she found her face in a daffodil
breathing in springtime and wind chimes
and afternoons in the sunlight
she found her face in a daffodil
she'd never found it there before
she felt her heart beat something real
she'd never known it was there before
she never used to like flowers
she used to make snide remarks
but now she's finding herself
exhaling the sparks

love's not mechanical
love is a bull
that runs toward the red flag
to save drowning fools
love is the living proof

she found herself happy for once
she'd never smiled so long and hard
used to her smiles felt forced
and her happy words,rehearsed
but now the dance is hers
she moves about like water
pure and full of grace
her movement is the measurement of this
new life of love
her movement ticks the clock
and turns her eyes above