Golden Touch Like flashes and scratches and light and dark patches. Like water, running past the wind. The road that burns and yearns and never turns But goes on and on again. Like rain and pain and the human brain. Like waves, rolling into the night. The thought portrayed and made and slowly played The way that peace still seems to fight. Like none and one and seldom done Like the sun, buttoned to the sky. The name wed and said and painted in red And still it makes me cry. Like fashion and passion an every day ration. Like today, the best ever known. This your breath and death and secret confessed The things we do when we’re all alone. Like him and them and my Army men. Like love, taking hold of the day. My heart sees and agrees and still whispers please Like a child lost at play.
Posted on: Sat, 31 Aug 2013 01:50:42 +0000
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