More and more
you call me out at night
with bundled up happiness
and canned delights
Begging to be bathed
in the pressing rays
of sunsets and moon rise
More and more
I feel the wear of the straps
that could put the world
up on my back
Wishing to be carried
by weary shoulders
of a travelling man
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 1:52 AM UTC
More and more
you call me out at night
with bundled up happiness
and canned delights
Begging to be bathed
in the pressing rays
of sunsets and moon rise
More and more
I feel the wear of the straps
that could put the world
up on my back
Wishing to be carried
by weary shoulders
of a travelling man
© Daniel Magner 2013
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