Wednesday, November 29, 2006

An Angel Sad is Bad

The love in your heart
moves me to write in the dark
days after we talk
I'm feeling a little drunk
intoxicated on loving mothers milk

you make me feel whole
you spin my head and open my soul
you bring gladness
to these blind eyes
a workers rainy days
like the burnt fields of Kansas

Your love could bring a sweet life
yet is eating honey with a sharp knife
you're a loving Gods gift
Your love the greatest wealth
to the end of life, and the last breath

The love that threw you away
was a foolish little boy
could he have known the treasure he had
what a crazy thing to lose that joy
what a stupid thing to make an Angel sad