Trail of tears
Confetti of the soul
Paper moon in the sky guiding me
Home
Seattle a city of emeralds
A city by the sound.
The sound of sirens drowning out the diminished A minor from under the
Bridge near China town
Home is for the heartless
That's why people get stuck under bridges
Taking refugee from the spiritual rain, form scars of residual, and from broken memories
With no one to blame.
Seattle my new city and Home
Near the sound like the beat of my heart
Seattle where leaves fall like angels fly
Where coffee stains the ground like tears drops on a worn sweater
And where a needle sews the clouds and the sky together
Like a blanket for the city....
My City
Seattle
