I know of a place
In the sleepy husks of what we were
Beneath the crisp and coil of faraway trees
Where there is time
To stop. To rest. To be.
So take these hands and broken smiles
Sellotaped to last a while
And we can run for miles and miles
On feet that never sleep.
(This is a poem for my dear friend Joe who passed away in 2007. I love you my Darling and I always will)
Created: Jan 31, 2010beautiful_kitsch Document Media