calling
now you are back in the hospital
and your mind is spinning out crystalline trails
vainly making sense of past nonsense
you, a black haired dream
may take my hand this summer
and i will be your strong armor
we will feel the cool sand
between our toes while we wait
for whomever summons us
when it is time to go
and your mind is spinning out crystalline trails
vainly making sense of past nonsense
you, a black haired dream
may take my hand this summer
and i will be your strong armor
we will feel the cool sand
between our toes while we wait
for whomever summons us
when it is time to go
posted by APG at 1:52 PM
1 Comments:
I hope the raven haired damsel in distress feels better soon! I was in a hospital about a week ago myself from a gymnastics related neck injury, but I am almost back to normal now. :)
Your poem is evocative of bygone eras. I love it. This is proof that chivalry is not dead yet!
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