It's near... you wish to think
somewhere there in cobweb tangle
amongst crates and stacks of boxes
amidst reams of verses and bloodied faces
crowded by promises too late to keep or cancel
who has not seen docked a ship-load of problems?
It's nearer than you think to wish
an inch or so beyond your longest reach
a wink closer than you can imagine
the shining path once embraced
then put aside, and forgotten
but entirely not a chance
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment