Scribbles of a bard
Without the sweet harp
Writings in the guard
Digging my own scarp
Hiding under brush
My heart lost in notes
Blocking all the gush
One will cross the moats
One will care one day
Knock on my fortress
One will come my way
Deep they will profess
But I will not wait
I won't change the me
Future wouldn't be late
As long as I'm free
I'll wait forever
In this castle high
For whims endeavor
To settle I'd die
But thus I write on
Poems for those who hear
For those too foregone
Maybe for my dear
Hidden beneath poems
In hopes I am heard
Enter many homes
With beauty of word
7/1/13
YOU ARE READING
Until then
PoesiaI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
