My Eyes Bleed Like Crocuses

My Eyes Bleed Like Crocuses
When I am blind, my eyes bleed like crocuses in the snow. When I cannot hear, I listen to rainbows. When I lose my tongue, children sing my song. Bread, earth, stone. Blossoms in a meadow where a city once had grown. Asleep beneath the ground, I feel no pain as beautiful as the life I know. Or the one you remember when you kneel down, the one you�ll dream when you go home. Soft, sweet, unintended, the same path, together, alone. *December 27, 2005* Previous Entry Next Entry Return to Songs and Letters About the Author	Also by William Michaelian POETRY Winter Poems ISBN: 978-0-9796599-0-4 52 pages. Paper. �� Another Song I Know ISBN: 978-0-9796599-1-1 80 pages. Paper. �� Cosmopsis Books San Francisco Signed copies available Main Page Author�s Note Background Notebook A Listening Thing Among the Living No Time to Cut My Hair One Hand Clapping Songs and Letters Collected Poems Early Short Stories Armenian Translations Cosmopsis Print Editions Interviews News and Reviews Highly Recommended Let�s Eat Favorite Books & Authors Useless Information Conversation E-mail & Parting Thoughts Flippantly Answered Questions
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