Tuesday, April 6, 2010

dear emily (not finished)

this is my letter to the world that never wrote to me
the simple news that nature told with her tender majesty
oh for the love
this message is commited
oh for the love
i should be commited
oh for the love of sweet contrymen who judge me tender
judge tenderly of me, please

when you're done please tell me so my thoughts may dim
oh darling you are lagging cause i still remember him
talking between the rooms so late at night
and the moss met our lips
and covered up our names till light


this is my letter to the world that never wrote to me
the simple news that nature told with it's tender majesty
oh for the love
this message is commited
oh for the love
i should be commited
oh for the love of sweet countrymen who judge me tender
judge tenderly of me, please

wild nights, wild nights just you and me
they were our sweet luxury
futile rowing against the sea, the breeze
it brought dejected sounds and bathed them in glee
as our voices sung, the orchard's spangles hung