He withers in the storm
like a leaf on a narrow limb
holding dearly…. to her
he emotionally swings.
She cups him, in her gentle hands
just underneath his cheeks
eye to eye….she whispers
you’re a precious leaf - to me.
When wolves howl
what choice does he have
- but to join in
for he is only a man… and she
is disguised as a sheep.
like a leaf on a narrow limb
holding dearly…. to her
he emotionally swings.
She cups him, in her gentle hands
just underneath his cheeks
eye to eye….she whispers
you’re a precious leaf - to me.
When wolves howl
what choice does he have
- but to join in
for he is only a man… and she
is disguised as a sheep.
What if the sky turned grey
what then… would you see
if the sun hid behind the stars
and the moon overshadowed me -
would flowers wither
and my beating heart….
fade away.
if the sun hid behind the stars
and the moon overshadowed me -
would flowers wither
and my beating heart….
fade away.
A connection is the hand
that reaches out.
that reaches out.
A calm touch -
to caress the mind.
to caress the mind.
The knowledge of life -
in a dark sky.
in a dark sky.
A shining light - of a friend.
Nice poetry David, it made me smile. And I love smiling ;-)
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