Being Kelpt
i'd dreamt of you
why before now
before it all began
to whither so
beneath me
i'd wandered throughtout
tangile lessons
hidden gestures
lost saturday nights
beyond a certain graveness
i suppose silent
leaving nothing out
you'd be there always
awaiting my entrance
a still glance
bouncing off the shoulders
of sunday drivers
mere bystanders
hunters of solace
for peace
Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen | Year Posted 2013
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