Untitled...written in 99'.
Stones thrown in ignorance
Turning, turning
Turn to insects before they touch my skin
Crawlilng, crawling
Over me, inside me
Burrowing beneath my surface
Laying eggs of doubt
Hatching families of insecurities
Sinking, Sinking
To my knees, I pray
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
Then you come
Dancing, dancing
No longer do I dance
To an orchestra of incessant buzzing
Spinning, spinning
Dusty cobwebs across my eyes
Blown away by the winds of my faith
Seeing, seeing
I see you as you are
And the stones turn to butterflies before they touch my skin
Softly, softly
With wings of silken gratitude
I fly them back to you.
Turning, turning
Turn to insects before they touch my skin
Crawlilng, crawling
Over me, inside me
Burrowing beneath my surface
Laying eggs of doubt
Hatching families of insecurities
Sinking, Sinking
To my knees, I pray
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
Then you come
Dancing, dancing
No longer do I dance
To an orchestra of incessant buzzing
Spinning, spinning
Dusty cobwebs across my eyes
Blown away by the winds of my faith
Seeing, seeing
I see you as you are
And the stones turn to butterflies before they touch my skin
Softly, softly
With wings of silken gratitude
I fly them back to you.
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.