Thursday, 28 April 2011

NaPoWriMo 28/30

Sixteen Lines

It is too easy
in days of rough torn waking
to lose yourself in
tumbled dreaming;
feel yourself slipping
to invisibilty
or a place of
tangled forests.

Never worry
or be afraid.
This I promise,
I will always find you.
I will bear your weight when weary,
cool your brow when fever strikes
Call to me in the darkness
and I will be candlelight.

2 comments:

  1. how are you?
    Share 1 to 3 poems with poetry potluck today,
    Bless you.

    first time participants are welcome to share random poems or poems unrelated to the theme.

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