During the Day
There was a time when we stuck our faces
In the sands, holding hands, wondering would someone taste this?
If I ever thought about what clues to give you, deep down in the blue
Both skies wouldn’t exist
This poem would be a mist
But if we looked outside from under the ground
And would listen to soft spoken voices
Without a sound
Then we would finally see
How much life would mean to me
The reality isn’t real
If you make it about how you feel
This this what would kill
The mind
And destroy the hearts design
If you speak on love then uncover the darkness
And let the light come in or tear away the mess
And let the love grow its fruit from the tree
From you to me
And then we will run out from it all
Into a slow eternity
This is a fact from the source
Copyright © Matthew Thurman | Year Posted 2013
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