Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Reach out

No arm so long
No dark so deep
No heart so black
No face so deformed

That He doesn't want to hold you tight
And never let you go

3 comments:

Scratch said...

It is... isn't it?

Scratch said...

Made me cry. Very few writings do that. well done.

Scratch said...

cast my vote. I like this one.

How do I lose myself?

I am not easily misplaced Or forgotten, Arriving as I do Before even the curtains draw And that first morning jug boils, Bleary, yes Grudgin...