The Bond
Afraid to bondAfraid to flee
The scent of majic
Comes to me
And yet I am ..
Afraid
Ticking back the clock
I see our spirits
Finally talk
Sending feelers
Feeling numb
Rounding up the stories..
Gone.
I send my kite
Into the sky
Wondrous gifts
We don't deny
I sense a danger
Falling pride
In hopes you'll be there
By my side.
Cracking open
Shells with ease
Filtering
My own disease.
I roll my pants up
Dirty ride
Bumping through
With friends in stride.
Loving what we have is feeling
As we walk our road of healing
Turning brimstone into gems
Cooling fires, singing hymns
Eyes are looking here to see
What are good friends?
You and me.
8-30-09
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