Sunday, April 28, 2013

New Found Land.

Do you know
that where they stand
I once watched hungry
dinosaurs tear the earth
from itself?

And where I sleep
I once tore the cover
from my hidden heart
and dared dive within
terrified of what I would find.

And upon this walk
I would write:

There swim the silver fish
upon the cold grey river
there live the new found lost
outside they stand and shiver
and gaze upon that dying Hope
that never came delivered.

Why are the words coming back.
Why are the words coming back.

1 comment:

  1. I don't happen by that often but whenever I do, I fall in love with your words again. Oh Mr B, if you ever do get back to words I for one will be happy. All best with your music, but oh, the words. The words.