Friday, October 1, 2010

On being awake

Vividly vivacious moments aflutter
within me, let loose through flustered stutter
All around me rain echos within the gutter
Resonating mummer, the spout's spider listens
Spring became summer, the dewey grass glistens
In several hours, that's where the kids will be kissin'
Aged 14 and 16, they cling to what the world's missin'
But what happens in between? What does time take?
A dark world becomes clean, ripples surge through the lake
A grey world becomes green, an earth's tremor will quake
There's time to learn what things mean, lying laying awake

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