Saturday, October 3, 2015

Always with you...

Sometimes you will cry,
Many times you will wonder why...


There's days of elevation to the moon,
On others, the night won't be over too soon...


Like breathing, it is norm for rise and fall,
And all that you may become is a dropped call...


Sink low but just above that last wrung,
Bite back bitterness from the tip of your tongue...


Even if it takes the barest thread,
Rid the conviction to as measly shred...


Hard as it is to lose that scarlet cape and hood,
Never forget it was with you and it was good.