Saturday, December 13, 2014

Poem No.10 by Sonia Sanchez

You keep saying you were there
Waiting for me to see you.
             You said that once
On the wings of  a pale green butterfly
You rode across san francisco's hills
And touched my hair as i caressed
A child militancy
You keep saying you were always there
Holding my small hand
                           As i walked
Unbending indiana streets i could not see around
And you grew a black mountain
Of curves ane i turned
And became soft again
You keep saying you were always there
Repeating my name softly
                        As i slept in
Slow pittsburgh blues and you made me
Sweat nite dreams that danced
And danced  until the morning
Rained yo/ red delirium
You keep saying you were always there
You keep saying you were always there
Will yoy stay love
Now that i am here

Quote

A book is a dream that you hold in your hand
Neil Gaiman

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Poem No.10 by Sonia Sanchez

You keep saying you were there
Waiting for me to see you.
             You said that once
On the wings of  a pale green butterfly
You rode across san francisco's hills
And touched my hair as i caressed
A child militancy
You keep saying you were always there
Holding my small hand
                           As i walked
Unbending indiana streets i could not see around
And you grew a black mountain
Of curves ane i turned
And became soft again
You keep saying you were always there
Repeating my name softly
                        As i slept in
Slow pittsburgh blues and you made me
Sweat nite dreams that danced
And danced  until the morning
Rained yo/ red delirium
You keep saying you were always there
You keep saying you were always there
Will yoy stay love
Now that i am here

Quote

A book is a dream that you hold in your hand
Neil Gaiman

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