Thursday, October 21, 2010

The Castle.

She’s clicking pictures
Of blue berry trees in the sky.
And the birds that are watching,
Are laughing at her,
‘cause the trees will all float away.

She’s writing stories
Of honey bells inside the cave.
And the trees that are floating,
Are looking down there,
Making sense of everything heavy.

And the letters that are rising
Are only too slow
They can’t be seen from the castle.

She’s making posters
For penguins and whales in the sea.
And the beaches are rising,
But what could be colder
Than feelings that don’t mean a thing.

She’s singing ballads
Of lions that want to be free.
And the flowers are swinging,
And quietly so,
They want the moon to be seen.

But the music that’s playing,
Is only too low,
It can’t be heard in the castle.

And she’s still creating,
In ever lasting peace,
Sitting alone in the castle

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