Friday, 21 November 2014

The words on this page are mine to hold
To care
to love
To not let get old

The words that I speak are mine to know
To distance
To keep
To let be known

The dreams that I have are distant things
They crawl
They creep
They keep unknown

All these things in the shadows
all these things out at sea
All of these things that I hold dear
To me

1 comment:

  1. This one is my favourite!
    Do you usually u?se poetry as a form of expression?
    Have you experimented with other written forms? Or used other artistic forms to express yourself?