talking about the weather
Posted on Dec 4th, 2009
by
Shanti
It's never quite as simple as the weatherman predicts
when partialy cloudy wears so many shades of grey
A detailed blow by blow desription takes all night and all day
we could talk of nothing else and you still mihgt not feel like I do
leaning the animal of my body against the sunshine, into the wind.
So I'm learning new ways of responding to your call
watching from that place,
where I'm so scared to get it wrong I get it wrong,
but So what?
because I'm finally having the conversation with myself
where it doesn't matter if you hear or not.
The contradictions converge on this storm front
With the realisation sinking in
that the world revolves both around and without me,
within and beyond anything and everything,
I could ever be or dream.
Especially You.
Sometimes when I read your words tears come,
twisting the storey till it's all always about me,
hungrily licking the salt from my lips.
Maybe theres a reason why I've never been good with thank you's
or cared that much about goodbye,
When I'm dancing in the rain of your drought.
when partialy cloudy wears so many shades of grey
A detailed blow by blow desription takes all night and all day
we could talk of nothing else and you still mihgt not feel like I do
leaning the animal of my body against the sunshine, into the wind.
So I'm learning new ways of responding to your call
watching from that place,
where I'm so scared to get it wrong I get it wrong,
but So what?
because I'm finally having the conversation with myself
where it doesn't matter if you hear or not.
The contradictions converge on this storm front
With the realisation sinking in
that the world revolves both around and without me,
within and beyond anything and everything,
I could ever be or dream.
Especially You.
Sometimes when I read your words tears come,
twisting the storey till it's all always about me,
hungrily licking the salt from my lips.
Maybe theres a reason why I've never been good with thank you's
or cared that much about goodbye,
When I'm dancing in the rain of your drought.
Tagged with: dancing in the reign of doubt

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