Thanks.

9/7/09 labor day 



have you put healing in every leaf that adorns the trees?
in every flower sighing softly,
one glimpse enough to make my heart breathe again 


i am so used to
staying inside this building, locked from the inside
a world created by man, where
piano keys are traded for computer keys, so that
clicks are heard instead of musical riffs,
the snap of a cellphone, the humming of a laptop,
the beep of a microwave.
my eyes close only to sleep, open only to be entertained.
the heart is so easily deceived,
for we seem to have no problem
leaving it in a coma while stimulating our minds
too bitter, too broken, too tired to allow 


when i'm caught in the wind it's as if
you're reminding me of how present you are
all the time, and how it's you alone
that can take us to the skies,
you alone to make us sing like
when the breeze whispers through a willow.