Close your eyes,
Have no fear,
The monster's gone,
He's on the run and your mama's here.
Beautiful,
Beautiful, beautiful,
Beautiful Boy.
Before you go to sleep,
Say a little prayer.
Every day in every way,
It's getting better and better.
Beautiful,
Beautiful, beautiful,
Beautiful Boy.
Out on the ocean sailing away,
I can hardly wait
To see you to come of age,
But I guess we'll both
Just have to be patient.
Yes it's a long way to go,
But in the meantime,
Before you cross the street,
Take my hand.
Life is just what happens to you
While you're busy making other plans,
Beautiful,
Beautiful, beautiful,
Beautiful Boy,
Darling,
Darling,
Darling Son.
(John Lennon)
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
(Untitled)
I lie here alone next to you
Dreaming of things that we'll do
I'm awake in the world of the dead
Naked and cold and unfed
Don't worry, this isn't a love song
This isn't a sad song
Just keep listening, don't leave
It won't last long
I'm a fool but I'm getting better
I didn't cry when you destroyed my sweater
And I stopped and I counted the stars
When we were making our way back from Mars
As you can see, I'm fine though alone
I have 70 names stored on my phone
And two friends who'll call soon
Don't need a pill to sleep 'til noon
Or June. I'll sleep 'til June.
In the meantime I'm busy
Counting the drips from the leaky faucet
And planning my next six words.
I'm not ready to talk yet.
Dreaming of things that we'll do
I'm awake in the world of the dead
Naked and cold and unfed
Don't worry, this isn't a love song
This isn't a sad song
Just keep listening, don't leave
It won't last long
I'm a fool but I'm getting better
I didn't cry when you destroyed my sweater
And I stopped and I counted the stars
When we were making our way back from Mars
As you can see, I'm fine though alone
I have 70 names stored on my phone
And two friends who'll call soon
Don't need a pill to sleep 'til noon
Or June. I'll sleep 'til June.
In the meantime I'm busy
Counting the drips from the leaky faucet
And planning my next six words.
I'm not ready to talk yet.
Things Christina and Susannah See From Their Vantage on Antelope Island, April 10, 2006
rocks
sand
water
stick with bug nest
sky
bird
sun
fence
sand shadow
island
boulders
foot
bushes
wire
puddle
clouds
sandbar
cumulous cloud
cirrus clouds
gazebo
metal
sand on foot
salt
seagulls
signs
paper towel
orange peel
branch
dividing line
thief
hair
building
earring
teeth
clothes
gross little white spider
poo (animal leftovers)
sea monkey land
Old Navy sandals
toenails
sand
water
stick with bug nest
sky
bird
sun
fence
sand shadow
island
boulders
foot
bushes
wire
puddle
clouds
sandbar
cumulous cloud
cirrus clouds
gazebo
metal
sand on foot
salt
seagulls
signs
paper towel
orange peel
branch
dividing line
thief
hair
building
earring
teeth
clothes
gross little white spider
poo (animal leftovers)
sea monkey land
Old Navy sandals
toenails
My Love is a Little Dog
My love is a little dog
That curls up in the crook of your knees
And lays his chin on your leg
Sweet
My heart is the first sip of the best wine
Scared like the first kiss
Strong like the last leaf
Blue
My arms are a cottage on the beach
Planted with wildflowers and tomatoes
The shutters creak and moan in the wind
True
Your smile
Your smile is the bright light of morning
That chases away the shadows
And heralds …
Everything.
Promise.
That curls up in the crook of your knees
And lays his chin on your leg
Sweet
My heart is the first sip of the best wine
Scared like the first kiss
Strong like the last leaf
Blue
My arms are a cottage on the beach
Planted with wildflowers and tomatoes
The shutters creak and moan in the wind
True
Your smile
Your smile is the bright light of morning
That chases away the shadows
And heralds …
Everything.
Promise.
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