To see you:

“….and I’ll see you there” Prologue

Is it a long time standing,

but not tarnished?

And swoops low in the air,

with the dirt caught

in a painter’s brush.

Of healthy blessings

cocooned by a shack,

a woman

a man

to be one life;


made for

a hideaway.

This is going to be a tall tale,

as it slips away from the present,

that begrudges

like treacle,

bringing proudly your camouflage.

When grown up from the ground

the importance of being so small,

is to see.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: