Picture me naked
not unclothed
But bare to the soul
I look a lot like you
Look into my eyes
not mirrors to the soul
But stars that dream
I see what you see
Paint my picture
not with a brush
But with echo's memory
I recall you everytime
See the light
not from the sun
But the inner kind
I watch you glow
Vision clearly shown
not imagined
But real to the touch
I felt your hand reach out
Watch the time slip by
not lost
But kept safe
I held it in my pocket for you
not unclothed
But bare to the soul
I look a lot like you
Look into my eyes
not mirrors to the soul
But stars that dream
I see what you see
Paint my picture
not with a brush
But with echo's memory
I recall you everytime
See the light
not from the sun
But the inner kind
I watch you glow
Vision clearly shown
not imagined
But real to the touch
I felt your hand reach out
Watch the time slip by
not lost
But kept safe
I held it in my pocket for you
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Re: Sight Unseen
Thu, January 22, 2004 - 1:01 PM
Know what this is for me, Glen? I very nice anti racism poem...a we-ALL-bleed-red-blood type of statement...very nicely put. I love it!
