This Family
my heart is a rock
on some riverbed somewhere
the fish fly below
and on the rock is your face
who knows how it got there
but because of you
I do know who wrote the book of love
it was us
I dream about you sometimes
and your face is gold
your heart
a bunch of flowers
everyone is there
Luna is rain
the wind is Bella
and Ruby is the sky
we are all beneath the rock
in the river
I can see it
chiefbiscuit Said:
on at
Beautiful
Anne Said:
on at
Though i’m rarely here, though you aren’t here now, it doesn’t dim the delight of friends caught on the horizon.