Tuesday, April 14, 2009


I'm back out of track

the tragedies you breed in the farm of your heart
keep me alive
amidst the songs of L. Cohen
in between lines sung by a voice
that almost wishes it had not spoken

You send me regards
I send you regrets

I'm always glad you stand in my way

the clashing of gold and diamond
produces no metal
no stone
only music
that sparkles like a diamond
and glistens like gold