Lady take his hand.
Only when invited.
He carries a cargo full up with magnificence.
A lifetime of integrity.
That man will guide you.
And you will guide him too
He knows not what you look like.
Nor ever will he see your tears fall.
He can feel you near him.
He can sense your precious seconds,
as they drift by on your breath.
He can identify your failings at the touch of his hand and in the tone of your voice.
Shadows and lights are all that he sees.
Can you see his white stick?
It's warning of his coming venture.
(C) Livvi
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 10:41 AM UTC
Lady take his hand.
Only when invited.
He carries a cargo full up with magnificence.
A lifetime of integrity.
That man will guide you.
And you will guide him too
He knows not what you look like.
Nor ever will he see your tears fall.
He can feel you near him.
He can sense your precious seconds,
as they drift by on your breath.
He can identify your failings at the touch of his hand and in the tone of your voice.
Shadows and lights are all that he sees.
Can you see his white stick?
It's warning of his coming venture.
(C) Livvi
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