Water Bed

slip me into your concrete shoes

I’ll walk a mile into a blue abyss

I do not long for any aspect of being

not nearly, as dearly as I miss you

 

I stand accused of short term thinking

and I guess I stand amused

for if they only had an inkling

of the beauty in your blues

 

and what news lies beyond your voice

I’ve never wondered, nor wandered

from that whisper, that chorus

which emits from the abused

 

a single light within your depths

it is the only thing I trust

and someday I may find it

for surely someday you must

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