"storrow" poems
I know,
That our time together,
Has felt,
Like velvet.
Like a gentle morning walk,
Along Storrow Drive.
Like taking flight,
On weightless wings,
Or listening,
To Bach,
On violin and strings.
But these wings have begun,
To wear me down,
The strings in my ear,
Now tie me from toe to crown.
I don't mean to end this,
For you and me.
But you should know,
That the next turn on Storrow Drive,
Takes us right into,
The raging sea.
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 12:02 PM UTC