August 22nd, 2011

8.22.11 - Coal

You have to understand,
I wish that I could write about a love like that.
It hasn’t yet come.
There have been tulips, mountain tops, rooftops and wisdom.
There have been kisses under rain drops,
full moons and orange circus tents.
There have been moments that outshine the rest
and yet still I am found empty.

Press the coal to my lips, Lord.