Sunday, May 13, 2012

Walking Apart

If notes could be tasted you'd have great feasts
Every night within the halls of you home.
If the rainbow could be walked through the east
I'd tell you where it touched down, all alone.
Easy is it to wish, my heart doth string
Along a few well made rhymes that I creep
From the realm of reality, take wing
Upon a farce; then shall I indeed weep
For the follies of mine own mind undone.
But should fear keep me from what I have won
In the forges of imagination?
Shall such a force bend it's back, bend it's knee
To the harshness of cold reality?
Only together may they indeed run...

                             Walking Apart, (c) Luke Bennette, May 2012

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