You've been on my mind,
waiting to arrive.
So the hours go.
It really got you here, blind.
I see light is alright with me,
so close time, see feeling.
Always mine, reunion…
this reunion mine.
Believe never again, saying:
“a fool whispering words ashamed.”
They tried to stop, still dreaming a world of sorrow
all alone, what a thousand nights more empty.
Believe reunion…
this reunion mine.
Feel fine with a true story,
somehow blues leave you behind.
Here together wasting time
calling in the air that something.
More than share returns
more sad parting.
I got reunion…
this reunion mine.
Reunion…
this reunion mine.
I am the best thing you've never heard of.
I hold a Bachelor's in English, History and Secondary Education, and a Master's in English: Creative Writing, though my appearance belies intelligence.
My goal in life is to write and to be read. It's a modest stretch by most imaginations.
To most I'm amazing.
It all depends on your definition of literary merit.
All poems contained on this blog are ©Thomas Boersma unless otherwise noted.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 404
Reunion
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