chicolate flavored song

Aug 24, 2011

A blind kitty
in a box
on a busy street corner
with no name
Can you hear me?

the west wind
is the music
coming from
the string
under a spell

Little bird
flew off
from the old branch
in the midst of
midsummer dream

without a destination
this ship has sailed out
from the port of call
catching the current
with wings

the crushing waves
catch
prisms of the current
bringing
brand-new color to the shore

slowly an surely
the dampness of the air
decayed a pen
the storyteller lost
her voice