i dreamt i saw you walking
up a hillside in the snow
casting shadows on the winter sky
as you stood there counting crows
one for sorrow, two for joy,
three for girls, and four for boys,
five for silver, six for gold, and
seven for a secret never to be told

there's a bird that nests inside you
sleeping underneath your skin
when you open up your wings to speak
i wish you'd let me in

from "a murder of one" ~ counting crows
cryptic and confusing? why thank you!

funny how, no matter how done you think you are, there is "always something there to remind you."
there is always "just one more thing, ma'am."
there is always something left undone.

here's to the nights we felt alive . . .


0 confused people

confessed on Tuesday, Sept. 05, 2006