Thursday, June 02, 2005
The sun
The sun falls flat on my face,
I can feel the pores on my skin, opening
The trickling of perspiration on my face,
I can feel the drops on my chin, dripping
The glare is too much for my eyes,
no shade can protect me from it's knives
My thirst is growing by the hour,
nothing can give me pleasure or comfort
I need a shelter, I need a refuge,
far away from the sun
I need my strength, I need composure,
or I'll have no where to run
Return the comfort of your breeze,
bring me water from your well
I need to rest,
but yes, I wouldn't dwell
I can feel the pores on my skin, opening
The trickling of perspiration on my face,
I can feel the drops on my chin, dripping
The glare is too much for my eyes,
no shade can protect me from it's knives
My thirst is growing by the hour,
nothing can give me pleasure or comfort
I need a shelter, I need a refuge,
far away from the sun
I need my strength, I need composure,
or I'll have no where to run
Return the comfort of your breeze,
bring me water from your well
I need to rest,
but yes, I wouldn't dwell
