GARDEN OF EDEN
Friday, September 17th, 2010
Here I am, a black-eyed bird, remaining silent.
I simply watch, your little life from high above.
Wanting to call you, wanting to sing,
Inside your ears and lips and eyes and soul,
I dig my grave, behind the gates of Babylon.
There’s a Garden of Eden
In your distant heart,
Garden of Eden
In your earthly arms....





























































