These lonely days have dirtied my plain feet
So much, the ashen toes forfeit their name
And rest beside my sandals on the street
Until my weary body does the same;
Unkept and wild in the light of day,
Committed to the trials and the pain
Made pure by all the memories that pay
For love and for this life in pouring rain.
And still the questions linger though the night
With that unremembered kiss upon the lips
Uttering nonsense to the wind, and quite
Unsure where to begin before she slips
Completely through the echoes of the past
To haunt the empty longings that still last.
No comments:
Post a Comment