maybe
Maybe my poems will lay on the floor in a pile like leaves in the fall
Or gather like a cloud over my head
Maybe words will rain from my pen like a summer thunderstorm
Quick and lightening sharp, tearing souls asunder
Maybe all the books of poetry ever written will rise like a flock of birds
and fly south for the winter
Maybe I’ll find just the right words needed to paint the perfect sunset
until then I’ll stand in simple wonder with bedazzled eyes
Maybe the dance of the cobra will arise within my hips
Every time I listen to the high tide at night or the sound of your laughter
Maybe the most beautiful love songs will drip from my mouth in waves
drowning the pain of your broken-heart
Maybe one day I will speak with the tongues of men and angels (While having love)
and watch the world change forever
💞
Amy Lloyd
life: acoustic & amplified 