|1966 - Young, Happy, and Blonde|
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
My room is sacred,
My room is secret,
It's filled with trash and treasures.
I dance the sacred dance in secret.
I rewire it all at my leisure.
I see the butterfly in dance alone.
I watch the trees in motion.
The tables hum in quiet vibration,
Admiring the live beauties of our ocean.
With breezes reverberance,
Down streets of stone,
Rumbling of motion,
Through our body the earth.
Quietly pulsing in rhythms of blood,
From our hearts to the stars,
Careening in birth.