a little something

This is a little something that was inspired by a poem ~
"Everything at it's core is Pure" by Alison Luterman

All Pure

The cold winds brush my face frozen
The thoughts of living here once but no more
The car pulls up and I get in

All Pure.

The dog whose nose is wet on my face
The bark, the muddy paws

All Pure.
The looks, the glances, the words not spoken but heard

All Pure.

And I am, just as I am

Freedom, dreams, wanting, yearning for that
freedom to run away
Jump on the next flight to Italy
with her
Away
Could I? I wonder
Could I really? Yes, I think I could
And all the thoughts that follow

All Pure.

To wake up as the journalist who photographs around the world
A flat in Paris
A man in Italy
Or the Hippie who lives in her van at the beach who paints her dreams
Pure desire

As pure as my mind and hand that writes this
As pure as the music blasting in my ears
As pure as the crazy imaginings that flow through my heart

All Pure.

Posted by stef at March 1, 2006 09:10 PM