woods.
I ran through the woods, looking all around,
Searching for your eyes
The spark of light that will let me relax
That will let me stop running and just breathe
I ran through the woods, seeing the sun
Jump off the soft green moss that covers the scars
On one rock that carries so much
The same rock that we sat on for lunch when we were younger
The rock where we sat to figure our way home
This rock carries more memories than you or me
I ran through the woods trying to find my way out
I ran laughing, crying, and smiling.
I ran from everything that was to everything that is
I try to find a way out then there you are
And the light that reminds me it's all worthwhile
blue.
I have never seen such a brilliant shade of blue as the reflection in their eyes.
The swirls of sky and teal, green and gold,
Staring out the window with wonder.
The shine saying they want to see the world.
I have never seen such a brilliant shade of blue as the ocean on Plum Island.
The soft waves from the boat moving you up and down as you walk farther in.
The murky water is dark and beautiful,
Changing from black to blue to the white foam on the shore.
I have never seen such a brilliant shade of blue as the sky covered by a thousand soft clouds.
I'll lie here with you and watch it,
Watch the blue stand still with nothing to move it, nothing to change it for hours on end.
The sky is flat while the clouds pop out at you,
Breaking the never-ending blue
I have never seen such a brilliant shade of blue as the lights that flash while the music blasts.
Hundreds of hands raised moving in rhythm
Or the paint sprayed across the railroad bridge
Saying better words ever written.
Dripping down the side following the groove of the cement
Then drying never to be washed away.
I have never seen such a brilliant shade of blue,
As the color floating everywhere around em,
In the eyes of those who I love, in the ocean I come from,
And the sky I see everyday.
I had never seen such a brilliant shade of blue,
Till I looked around.
There were 20...
There were 20 of them
Lined up and waiting
Ten were waiting for the command,
Only one word.
With that word they could pull the trigger and
The adrenaline would release.
More hate would build as they watched the enemy fall.
The other ten waited for an angel
Someone to come and save them,
From this end they were about to meet.
They stood like statues,
Praying for Allah to come.
Their feet holding onto the burning sand,
Some held their eyes shut tight
Some held them open, tears streaming down their cheeks
They had no hate for these men with guns,
Most were younger then they.
All they wanted was their own way of life back.
The wall behind them was painted with the words of a young child
A short poem then the word FREEDOM was largest,
Covered with sprays of red from all the men before them
All 20 stood and waited for one word
Fire there it was.
There were 20 of them, but only 10 shots rang through the air.
There were 20 of them, but in the end
Only 10 men lay dead in the sand.