Rain fell and fell
day after day
Slowly I develop
a language of touch
with the rain
like a form of braille
Then suddenly
one day
the rain
breaks away
changes its tune
you hear foreign birds
singing up to
their maker
dressed up
as the moon
Copyright © 2014 Christopher Lynn Lane
Sunday, July 27, 2014
Somewhere Between
Between the notes
I played
Somewhere in the middle
From the words to the applause
Of a great performance
I was in there
long after they all left
I was there
The only one
Who stayed
Copyright © 2014 Christopher Lynn Lane
I played
Somewhere in the middle
From the words to the applause
Of a great performance
I was in there
long after they all left
I was there
The only one
Who stayed
Copyright © 2014 Christopher Lynn Lane
Sunday, July 13, 2014
Looking for me
The days grew tired
Time clock has stalled
lifting up freedom
as the night grows
the bottle gets lighter
the PERSON
you are
Nobody Really Knows
Every mirror
knows your face
getting very familiar
time stacking up
weighing LOUD
on your skin
that mirror laughs
as it watches
as you pay for love
while being married
to sin
Copyright © 2014 Christopher Lynn Lane
Time clock has stalled
lifting up freedom
as the night grows
the bottle gets lighter
the PERSON
you are
Nobody Really Knows
Every mirror
knows your face
getting very familiar
time stacking up
weighing LOUD
on your skin
that mirror laughs
as it watches
as you pay for love
while being married
to sin
Copyright © 2014 Christopher Lynn Lane
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