By Tia Wood


Like a current which never ceases
It confines without a tide
Takes a grown man, humbles him
Strikes down his hardness and his pride

How I wish I was that cowboy hat
Or buckle hugged around your waist
Swallowing your thoughts eternal
My life infinite in its place

I close my eyes and sing a song
Your heart will hear a tune the same
Imagining you smile at me
Along my empty bedside frame

Like a bird that never slumbers
On wilted lilies and dried ferns
Unsatisfied from summer's thirst
Of My eternal yearn

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