Hour Poem

White sky, above my, cold tender bones.
The warmth, inside, but my body is not.
Blue grass, under our, warm trembling moans.

The colour black, the colour white, is not so simple as it once was

The two colours make a shadow and I want to walk behind our once was

You were there, you were there, I was there. We were once there.
We shared a longing stare,magical and pure. I wish I was there.

I was there, I was there, you were there. I am still here.
We forgave our magic, lost it and tossed it. I can't find you.
I can see you, I can hear you, I can touch, but can not feel you.

Delve a little deeper darling, keep seeking to prove the truth.
Tear a tear from my soul that was pure.



By GJLawe and Charlotte Brown.