7/21/10

The Words You Say
By Jake David


I may be moving ahead without thinking,
as I've been known of myself to do.
I cannot deny what it is I've been thinking,
as I've been thinking of you
when traveling through a land
behind a young child la-ha-ughter,
beyond the involvement of time,
behind the young child feeling battered,
beyond the strangeness of time,
as we fall asleep to
the chords you play and the words you say--
the echo you exhale can always be heard.
In the image you portray and the painting you make--
taking me away from the existence I hear.
With the soul of your heart and the core of your pain--
delicately wound and spun inside a fragile breath.


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Jake David lives near Massena, N.Y. His attitudes towards love changes with the months, June being something of a change into someone new. A lover of Bob Dylan, acoustic guitars, candle-flames, and air pianos. He's been published at Heavy Hands Ink and Sillymess.