a creative encouragement project by Sarah J. Kass

Sunday, September 11, 2011

We Live by the Seasons.

Tell me, tell me Baby
Do you feel you're going crazy?
Springs a comin' over
and your ocean's grey with tears.
(You've been waiting all these years)
Tell me, tell me Baby
Did you hope for difference, maybe?
That the roses of your hidden smile
Would open with the bloom?
(But instead it's set in gloom?)
I know it's troubling Baby,
But you're not a common daisy,
Please listen to the cloud-songs
Watch the emerald-courted trees.
(He deems your beauty more than these)