Friday, July 25, 2008

My Promise to myself

If you ignore me,
I won't feel bad
If you look right through me,
I won't feel sad.
The drawn shutters of your heart
will not put out my song
I will still sing in the streets
and happily march along
Your dark will not stunt my reach
for the stars up on high
Your eclipse will not block my sun
or deny me blue sky.
Your blank wall will make me paint
images of a thousand hue
Your lack of cheer for my good faith
will stubbornly renew
my sagging spirits and worn beleif
in myself, as I continue alone
my life will never lack spirit
to pulsate blood, flesh and bone.
Your drought will not make me thirst
for inspiration as my dew
will flow right back to me
over nightshade and yew.