September 6, 2012 at 7:01 pm (Poems) (, , , , , , , , , , )

If we grow weary
and are separated, my dear
head for the light above the exit
don’t be afraid
I will meet you outside
with sandwiches
and a warm coat
we can walk all through the night
talk about this and that
and when morning comes
we’ll hold hands
and greet the sun together.



  1. Antanya In The Fog said,

    Oh, this is beautiful!<3

  2. Russ L said,


please feel free to comment on these poems - all feedback appreciated. :)

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