Saturday, 4 July 2020

poem 150

Sunshine danced across my naked page 

Her voice, light as air fills my hungry ears 

As my toes curl to feel the earth below 

We proudly know its all just in our heads 


Still my hart spills across a bleached page

Her beauty a line throughout all of time 

Tho each one cares not, we turned to dust

While each new sun holds me even higher 


A wind from far off land plays in your hair

As rainbows show secrets from far above

Know to the end of days i sing your name

Even tho i know love will never meet again


Sunshine dances across my naked page
each one cares not, we turned to dust
As rainbows show secrets from far above
We proudly know its all just in our heads

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