You know what's there
waiting on ahead of you
you've seen the whole world
and some nights you crave to be
in the spaces between
all the beautiful days
yes, the beautiful days
of the October breeze
and fast settling humidity
Riding inside you
flying on beside you
days too short
and some confused and long
but a drawn out whisper
from years ago
carries me on
carries me on.
Nice poem, Kelly.
ReplyDeleteThanks Neil, I've been pathetically nostalgic lately when no one else seems to be remembering anything. But it's okay, it's just new. It's a beautiful thing to go through in Oregon. :)
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