by Melanie Penn
It was an ordinary day
I woke up on a wave
I filled a sail
And made my way to the shore
I blew through the center of your town
Came upon your house
Waited there for you
To come to your screen door
I asked you
Can you hear me blow?
Though you don't know
Where I'm coming from
Or where I go
It was an ordinary night
I met some fireflies
I danced around with them
Until about 9 o'clock
Heard your footsteps on the road
I ran to bring you home
And I whispered through the leaves
Up and down your block
Oh I'm a summer breeze
I brush across your cheek
I have always been
And I will always be
You can hear me blow
Though you don't know
Where I'm coming from
Or where I go
It's me when you catch the fragrance of spring
When tall trees sway
It's me in the cold winter sting
In the alleyway
I am the sigh
While all creation groans and waits
You can hear me speak
If you're listening
I will always be
And I have always been
You can hear me blow
Although you don't know
Where I'm coming from
Or where I go
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Ordinary Day
Labels: contentment, idyllic, summer
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