Just a poem about lost love |
Does your father know I would never go? I asked my sleeping son Does he really know I’ll stay? Though my heart is still and far away? Does he feel that I Must love him still Though the cold wind blows an angry chill And what was once there Beneath my breast A manger full of happiness Has gone the way of crows that fly Away up toward the darkened sky The sky that above us filled with clouds And sadness comes in leaps and bounds Like horses in the open air They run ahead and do not care About the dust they leave behind They search and search but do not find That hill they seek The one to rest The one they fell heaven blessed Its time to stop and take a breath And wonder where they’ll find the next Look up toward God See if he’s there See if the angels try to care They don’t they are way too busy see Looking down at you and me I’ll write a bit And see what comes From pen to page and wonder some If the words I write will ever be read Or if like wounded rabbits dead I care not now If this is true’ I only know what I must do Let the words come brightly so I fancy myself a poet though It matters not is=f they are read What matters most is what I’ve said. |