Away
Away with words that he wrote into the night,
As dreams were dream’t,
Away by the break of day hidden by the dew of early morning sorrows,
Shadows of yesterday remain hidden in the corners of a sad mans eyes,
Between his feet the grass is soft, moist, welcoming of his kind,
A poets slumber bare his soul naked and raw in open meadows,
Wrapped 'round a broken pen,
Thus away into the black of night he wrote,
. . . Away and away. . .
(2013)
