Monday 12 August 2013

Friendship On Fire



He brings me coffee in the morning
White flowers in the noon
Whispers poetry by moonlight
I love the way he spoons ~ me

He looks in my eyes when I talk
Holds me when I weep
Never tells me not to cry
Protects me as I sleep

He loves me 
And he is my friend
Friendship on Fire
Friendship on Fire

He loves me 
And he is my friend
Friendship on Fire 
Friendship on Fire


One Last Try




One last try?
And where might that be hidden?
What if all those last try's have been spent?

One last try?
You ask this so nonchalantly
Like you're simply asking for one more slice of bread

One last try...Well let me tell you
When last I reached for it 
When last I tried to grasp... 

...Like sand ~ like water it slipped through my hopeful fingers