Old Man RiverA Poem by MOON
Sometimes I glimpse your face in the pink tinged dawn
It’s of love and grace and nothing to mourn
Sometimes the tears bruise my heart
And I am torn apart
Sometimes I wake in the silence of the night
Every word you spoke alight
Sometimes I wonder how it is
And where we find release
From the coldness of death
How do we waken from our bed?
Sometimes I know love continues to grow
Even after the grim reaper sows
Sometimes all I need is a word
A hundred lifetimes for your voice to be heard
Sometimes I hear you tiptoe in my soul
And for a moment I find the broken pieces, I am whole.
© 2012 MOON
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Last Updated on June 17, 2012
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