Tuesday, February 23, 2010

"The Forest Light"

on a bed of leaves

in a dream with seeds

let the river melt

of first impressions


water mark on paper

with invisible ink

only live every other day

get the bad things to have meaning

let the good spin over your head

separate nothing from enough


the obvious is in my vision

a new world is created in my house

the voice of tomorrow

goes down with the sun

and up with the moon

it becomes a bridge of language           

the last word is the truth

-Butta Love