17 November 2006

I'll Try To Sing A Happy Song, A Happy Game...

There are ways to live
Each with a way to die
The inbetween satisfied
We were left on the window pane
Just me and the weather that came
What happens to fire
In the pouring rain
It hears as the wind
It roars
Can you look in my eyes
And say my name

7 Comments:

Blogger morbid misanthrope said...

I find that the happiest songs involve a lot of whistling.

13:36  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

me too... something reminicent of Grease maybe...

15:15  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I didn't hear anything .... hmmm...

19:06  
Blogger BD said...

I heard tumble-weed...

10:33  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

kinda dried up and raspy.. yeh maybe..

11:39  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Y'all getting a bit spaghetti western here!

17:53  
Blogger Bonnie B said...

I hear popcorn and sausage-- I guess it has to do with crackling-- wet fire and need to mix breakfast with a movie-- maybe I just need sleep

On another note-- pretty poem and great pics as always

22:56  

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