By slug
Date: 29 August 2000
Belief
I have to find something to believe in.
I've felt it before – belief in something righteous and good and… right.
But I said that. Something right – the belief is what’s right,
Because you wouldn’t believe in wrong….
Would you?
Would you sing it like the song that plays on the lips of days
We used to spend winging…singing…sailing through the moments that were sewn together like pearls, girls, worlds apart and right next to each other.
Because I believe that holding your hand will get me there
To that place where the bears take hold of your lair-
And I rhyme because…I care.
And it’s lame, but it’s the same, and you’re game. And you know it.
You’re through it, over it, under it, and on it.
On me.
You see?
But you don’t and you won’t – and I ramble again.
With the brain that moves faster than words – and a vocabulary filled with lightning bugs that don’t streak the sky - like the lightning of your wit.
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