Monday, February 14, 2011

AND NEVER KNEW THAT I WAS GONE

SUBTLE BREEZE
ACROSS MY WAY
WHERE WILL I
END UP THIS DAY

ROAD'S END WISHING
FOR MORE STRING
OR WILLINGLY
GIVE UP THIS THING

KITE LIKE DREAMS
THAT NEVER SETTLE
OLD WOOD STOVE
AND COPPER KETTLE

TIRED SOUL AND
TIRED EYES
SQUINT AGAINST
THE TORTURED SKIES

SONGS OF SADNESS
FILL MY JAW
WITH MELODIES
OF THINGS I SAW

AND LIFE WENT ON
AND ON AND ON
AND NEVER KNEW
THAT I WAS GONE

Bobby Jameson Feb 15, 2011