These convoluted words
What of them
I could not say it otherwise
Could I
What is it anyway
Thats had me
Led me to write
For all of these years
Where is the fear
Or the joy to kill
What's the story
Left unemployed
For none to thrill
In that unsettled mind
Four square walls
Neat but thin
Of the kind we swore
They'd never catch us in
Two solid doors
To the rill & pond
Double glazed windows
That settled still
The wind and voices song
Runaway, as one might
Though you can’t run free
Things don't change
One day of that you’ll see
Yet to have had the chance
To have pined for love
To have racked ones soul
Those times apart
You'd have to say
That as a start
It's the gift of life
This gift called love
Love that's found
Love that's lost
Love on the rebound
After love that died of frost
Love that calls
Most nights and days
Love in dreams
On overnight stays
Love my means
To stay untrue
Unsure what's me
Less certain what's you
But isn't it the same the whole world through
Less of anguish
More of desire
More to be happy
Less to tire
To ramble off
As often as to ramble on
To hold our hands
And sing our songs
Ups and down
On dull or
Desolate days
Turn the tide
Stay on together
Don't go on those
Without point
Separate ways
This poem is from the collection
