What little worry was left in my palm
Went away when water came along with the calm...
Still-thoughts were in my mind
Stagnant water; treasure find
Mixed up sands inside my head
Memories gone; confusion in their stead
Pictures in frames along the wall
Broken ones slowly fall
I can't recall how each picturesque moment came to be
Though I know every one is a part of me
But no matter how close I look the images are becoming to blurry to see...
YOU ARE READING
My Heart To Yours
Poetry~My heart burns on heavy with nothing and no one to call my own~ I had fun with these. That you probably knew, but also I hope you will too! With Love, David Yager
