Saturday, October 18, 2008

the quiet room

this is the quiet-room
where a pin drop is an uproar
where a whisper is a yell
where a secret is a banner, screaming voices free
this is the quiet-room

this is the quiet-room
where a heartbreak is an earthquake
where a tear-drop is a waterfall
where the neonlights are dimmed, by the great call of the stars
this is the quiet-room

daisies

the memories planted where the daisies grow
the children remember
the children they know
the place where the daisies grow

the memories fading in the silver of cold
for we all forget
for we all out-grow
too tall for the flowers of white and gold

petals of memories from our lost life
we all want it back
we long to regrow
and find the daisies we sold