Sunday, January 10, 2010

Hafiz, The Happy Virus, Beautiful Hands

I caught the happy virus last night
When I was out singing beneath the stars.
It is remarkably contagious--
So kiss me.


This is the kind of Friend
You are--
Without making me realize
My soul's anguished history,
You slip into my house at night,
And while I am sleeping,
You silently carry off
All my suffering and sordid past
In Your beautiful

1 comment:

  1. Damn, Brie. I'm just reading through all your work here and enjoying every bit. Beautiful stuff, even when you're expertly lifting/re-arranging Beatles songs (some of the lyrically best/most evocative, for sure) Bravo! :)