Every Time
And what if there was gold beyond the stream?
What if every time you called out there was a canyon in front of you?
What if rain brought tears?
And what if suddenly everything changed?
What if you never made your bed and left?
What if you always made it?
What if we are the bed making the bed?
What if all comments were gentle?
And what about you and me?
What do we do now?
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2011
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