We are as we are,
brush strokes in the
big picture on a
wall far away.
Manet or Monet or
was it Ted Hughes who
painted with words on
that wall
different views,
Do you confuse people with places
and know names
but not faces?
I am
unlacing the boots that
have paced many floors.
If memory serves me and it
probably should
I'd remember it all, the
artists
the wall,
making love at nightfall
as day broke
I'd remember the words that
we spoke.
your eyes so shockingly blue
If memory served me it would
serve me up you
again and again.
And the rain always stops me from drying the tears
they fall and appear on the far wall as
Sun spots
lots of them and
barefoot men,
boots on the rack by
the door.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 12:31 AM UTC
We are as we are,
brush strokes in the
big picture on a
wall far away.
Manet or Monet or
was it Ted Hughes who
painted with words on
that wall
different views,
Do you confuse people with places
and know names
but not faces?
I am
unlacing the boots that
have paced many floors.
If memory serves me and it
probably should
I'd remember it all, the
artists
the wall,
making love at nightfall
as day broke
I'd remember the words that
we spoke.
your eyes so shockingly blue
If memory served me it would
serve me up you
again and again.
And the rain always stops me from drying the tears
they fall and appear on the far wall as
Sun spots
lots of them and
barefoot men,
boots on the rack by
the door.
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