Wednesday, August 20, 2008

out in the sun

the heat is blazing
it's high noon now
the sky is smoking
the sky is on fire

my hands and feet
burned and exposed
my soul and spirit
won't be torn

the breeze that blows
as the waves gently roll
is perfume that i smell
like truth it flows

the heart that beats
of love not hate
is like a hand that helps
without nothing it seeks...