I pick up my pace
I pick up my pace
walking miles in solitude
gathering rocks for a wall
built in the backyard of my heart
as love turns a corner
leaving faded coulors behind
in a picture dull and bleak
from birds unknown
a song is heard
sad and out of tune
so I gather the black diamonds
found in caves of sorrow
and wear them round my neck
gleaming like stars in a winters night
like love found and lost
Poetry by kath
Read 497 times
Written on 2007-01-04 at 09:04
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
Dan Cederholm |
Rob Graber |
lastromantichero |