Wednesday, 25 February 2015

Simy Its B

Sunsets fell behind
your hair;

it was good that you
were there;

midnight waits but for
your call;

you were there, dear,
that was all.

I needed love, you sent
me pails.

Take away each ounce
of pain.

Send me zephyrs.
Send me gales.

Bring me homeward bound 
again.