Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Grandfather And Granddaughter Dance Songs

waiting time

days, light up the powerless, to be counted.
the fade.
Sternschauer Hours.Minutes.Seconds out. I
cigarette me of the time, climb the middle of the week and let your legs.
I think every hour, minute, every second of
be like it is
(how could it be)
hands dance
show show me the time
but I do not understand, they turn in a circle
the thoughts
I need a compass
shows me what I know then
I arrange everything before
the time and the dawns tomorrow.

the hands say it now but I'm still waiting

until then.