Emily’s house

Listen
what it’s whispering on your ear,
the wind.
Compose the deck of cards,
and I’ll tell you the past,
it’s water.
Ask for my hand,
and I’ll grab the edge of my dress.
We’ll dance together
wind dances with water.
We’ll create waves,
which cover the sun.


© W. Donovan

World, hold on

Today might be the day
It seems like a whole eternity has passed
It might be today
I’m so tired now
If only you could stop for a moment
Wander and sing in silence
So that only heaven knows what you say
If you could jump into the water
Icy to the bone, it would tell you
If only you could hear the wind’s whisper
You would know what you want the most
If you could watch and see
Everything would be so much more beautiful
Now I’m just waiting for the day
When it all starts
It might be today


© W. Donovan