Thursday, October 1, 2009
sometimes there aren't enough words
the sadness runs too deep
will i then offer you the sun?
the cracks in your soul spilled through
pouring out rough burning angst
can i give you the river running near?
you call out with birdsong
the wind rushes to your aid
do you wear her against your cheek like a gentle touch?
i know where you are
a much quieter place
can you feel love there?
weeping will cease
but never forgotten
i hope you know you'll never be forgotten...