Saturday, August 09, 2014

for you, sometimes

I cry for you, sometimes
knowing you have slipped
from the hourglass

fill me with rain
make me your lake
my roots are hollow
your prayers are golden

I sing for you, sometimes
do you remember
the sound of my voice

melodies scattered
like flowers in a garden
some of them wither
some of them die

I smile for you, sometimes
knowing your life
carries on without mine