Monday, February 21, 2011

Spin Bike Crank Puller






The sun rises on the distant horizon
Sift, bouncing to the moon And shine
asleep, hiding stars

unnamed Sunrise, copper-colored clouds staining
heat envelops us to fill your life
and quiet, its rays awaken the man

I open my eyes to discover a new day
sharpened my ears to hear new voices
I open my hands and say goodbye to the cold night

Sale the sun in the distant horizon
light comes on, comes the joy.

0 comments:

Post a Comment