dear diary, jan 29 2007

dear diary, jan 29 2007

i am an early bird and felt like writing poetry today. (as usual)

musical notes

sing a song
lulls your voice
in violin strings
strummed over
towards the hip hop beat
classic

burning away
in angels' souls
like the poetry inside
albatross womb

oh she's pregnant
with her beautiful words
becoming her thoughts
turned them into musical notes

oh she chirps and flies
raising her brown wings
hang on clouds passed her by
searching for a
blank paper to write on

her eyelashes
fluttering along the
magical stardust
as she flows higher
touching the rainbow azure

and you know
the sun fades into
black nights
she still writes
poetry until
she dreams.....

her voice rises
in every page
as she becomes

the queen of a royal butterfly.....