Friday, April 6, 2012

Is it my hands that make you smile?
These hands that which take the past and shove it away.

For both of us,
we were not only just two broken soldiers wondering
(though we might have been)
I'd like to believe that these strange occurrences have more meaning.

Wonderers we were
pacing back and forth round' a thin line.
And along the shores of our lives where the thin line was about to break,
we found the shells that mended our hearts and blew open the waves.

The waves raced back to us,
and the seagulls sang that day.