Saturday, November 3, 2012

love song of adeline turner

The curly hair standing before a bouquet of orange leaves that tremble beneath the cold autumn morning/
A scene of crackling empathy staring at the mirth, fear, and ecstasy between the pages of a paperback/
Meandering about the naked streets at night, speeding up as wind presses up against our faces/
Always forget how close we are to one another - connections and missed connections/
I am touched by the tangible energy as we shape our society; we refuse to sit still/
Quiet gratitude stirs any time the wind pushes your hair out of your face/
The illumination, knowing that we have changed a real human/
And it does not stop at one; it goes over, again and again/
Looking at every inch of the lines we've drawn
and seeing the corners of every tragedy
astonished, we see that we learn
my god, how we've learned/
I stare forward and see
with shock and awe
a luminous future/
I love this earth
too much to
give it all
away to
a man.

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