green page one

i'll read to you from my ledger of poems
from green page one to chapter two
every line every word on loan
debts left from promises made to you

the ocean view
beyond the window drapes
it's just an old gravel road

there's not sound when you call
just afternoon shadows and unopened mail
it's not that I don't recall
how many times can we rise and fail

but in these pages
the words they don't slip
we become our summer time laughter
when in our old age
our wrinkled hands grip to grip
it's only promises that make ever after

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[TheBalloonProject]

not about leonardo da vinci like the thumbnail falsely suggested...

[limeslimey]

Wow. Lullaby on patterns...

[anonplace]

Beautiful.

[lazydawgxx]

A nice break from the drama of the past week. Thanks.

[slippereal]

cool words and images i love flowers and poetry this is nice and jazzy dig it

[guidotnb]

Play it again Sam. What memnoker said.

[ariestheramone]

I feel like I just made a crop-circle. Thanks!

[bwhahrhr]

I always have problems deciding what you are. Dun Juan, a hippie or a poet? I guess all of em, and pretty good at that.

"but in these pages

the words they don't slip

we become our summer time laughter

when in our old age

our wrinkled hands grip to grip

it's only promises that make ever after"

this is wonderfull, you know?

[kayleewyatt]

I love the view!

[SomebodyIusedtoknow]

along with the last song, i dare say perhaps some girl has gotton ahold of him ♥