Then I will write you your world with words
Because I cannot draw
But be warned –
Every sketch,
Every brushstroke,
Every final touch
Will feel like icy water on your skin.
And you know,
All will pivot towards the ground,
That mother of our bones.
In her womb,
For hundreds of years you will be.
We will laugh quietly
So no one hears us,
Perhaps hold hands.
If you go before me,
Let them turn your head
Toward the side
Where I will one day lie.
If I go before you,
Turn mine
Thus I can see in the dark those eyes, those hands.
I will draw, you'll see,
What a beautiful picture of rhymes
That the memory of you will last for eons.
What I leave behind will be based only on my words.
All my silver and gold.
But you will be remembered –
Happy and smiling,
You will be remembered,
For you are the depth of that golden gleam
The only image off some happy world,
A life we will never truly leave.
We will only change the ground beneath our feet
And the Light that will forever shine before us.
Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 11:02 AM UTC
Then I will write you your world with words
Because I cannot draw
But be warned –
Every sketch,
Every brushstroke,
Every final touch
Will feel like icy water on your skin.
And you know,
All will pivot towards the ground,
That mother of our bones.
In her womb,
For hundreds of years you will be.
We will laugh quietly
So no one hears us,
Perhaps hold hands.
If you go before me,
Let them turn your head
Toward the side
Where I will one day lie.
If I go before you,
Turn mine
Thus I can see in the dark those eyes, those hands.
I will draw, you'll see,
What a beautiful picture of rhymes
That the memory of you will last for eons.
What I leave behind will be based only on my words.
All my silver and gold.
But you will be remembered –
Happy and smiling,
You will be remembered,
For you are the depth of that golden gleam
The only image off some happy world,
A life we will never truly leave.
We will only change the ground beneath our feet
And the Light that will forever shine before us.
