Thought of the month of
August 2005

« The Melody of those Ouds »

So they come and go by the hundreds
And there you are just an other one of those germs.

Smiling and painting the walls around
To match your old layered gown
But I can see those hidden stories
Folded in the coating of your worries.

And to think I treated you special.
To think I wore your pleasure; ...

It is almost sad to think of the time lost with you
When I think of all the pure melodies of those ouds
Resonating through my heart, calling me on,
Awaiting my hungry heart to be found.

And you stand there with your bumped up route
desperately trying to make it all work out
Just for a while longer to withdraw your miles
Insulting my intelligence spreading around your lies.