Stars colliding at cupids bow,Fire ignites archers truths bestowed.
Burdens cross in southern sky way.
Beating flesh mends torrent filled rivers,
Long lost forgotten.
One whom you loved now gone,
Memories of lessons not learned.
Winding roads both need to travel,
Dead wood collects as you go.
What is gained when all is spoken?
Nothing left to say.
Token books not worth the reading,
With eyes that finally see.
Alone again the sun rises,
Promise leads the way.
Copyright © Robyn Whittaker. 2009.
1 comment:
this got to me...dunno why.hey now that im hormones i now know more than ever how things canbe but im happier.hope yr safe well and happy
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