Would you follow me
Into depths of wonder;
A lion slowly looking back
Before entering its den.
And like the fanning feathers
Of an egret,
Would you care to my aging aims,
Darkened by time’s toil
Against that which is bad?
For my gravity is open,
My heart beats pure
In a bloom for your entering,
And I am trying
To hold my pen and my hammer
As I build for tomorrow.
Tag: aim
Silver Don’t Lie, Baby (day 98)
Silver turns my soldiers aim
Into a game to fight
The silver lining, baby
That holds things dear
But you and me, baby
What we once were
It’s further from truth
Than Hollywood stories
I’ve had it up to here
With movies, baby