Tuesday, April 3, 2012

My Name Is

She changes her name often to run and hide
But is still found and is beautiful to me
Someone tell her she is missed
The seasons change and so does she
This is that time when the flowers blossom
And spread the scent and feeds the bee
Unfortunate my hope is alone
Can't get to write a happy tune
The rainbow and the wooly cloud brings some relief
But who would clean up this gloom
A bird perches on the cloth line; she is singing a fine tune
Does she have a message?
Or is she too happy to care for me
How does one punish oneself and atone?
Years of sins to clean
Should I change my name
But would she look for me