Friday, September 9, 2011

Useless ramble from Starbucks...

I look through red, sheer curtains,
That flutter in thunderstorms.
Sharp lightening shows the dancers.
A world that can love and hate.
I can not feel the downpour.
Only thunder rocks my bed.

I ignore the white coat say
“Tomorrow is a new day.”
He’s a dancer. He can’t know.
Tomorrow is my today.
I can only watch my window.
A lens weak or maybe strong.

Where’s the electricity?
Please let me be burned and bruised
You don’t have to understand.
Just wheel me into the rain.
Give your hand and let me stand.
It’s a thought I need to heal.

I am estranged by a fog.
There is no fog with thunder.
The dancers forget their music.
Mine is clear and strong. Let go.
I will dance away the fog.
Perhaps dancers stumble too.

8 comments:

~Miss Raquel said...

Did you write that?!?! My dear, that is BEAUTIFUL!!! ♥ I love it!! I'm going to copy it out and hang it on my wall. :)

Love you!

Jenna said...

tears are pouring down my cheeks as I read this... beautiful, darling.

Heather Nependa said...

So beautiful!! ;)

Hannah Grace said...

I know everyone else is saying this....but this is beautiful. I've had it up on my computer since you posted it and I keep going back to re-read it....beautiful.

Hadley said...

<3
You are amazing.

annie p. said...

really love this! <3

Bobbi Jo said...

This is stunning. Wonderful work with your words, Bethany; thank you for sharing.

Bethany said...

Thanks for the comments. You all are very encouraging and KIND. ;-)