BabyGrace
Refugee
it's late, far too late
the night crosses lanes
switches into rewind
the pavement speeds by, wishing
when the angels come down
will you be around?
the trees bend low
the moon smiles ethereal glow
homecoming tonight
might we lose the sadness
as our fingers slip
let the last flying reality
join the space junk
as I kiss you good-bye
when it was all wrapped up like that
I closed my eyes
now you're gone
~~~~~
nothing to do with the poem but I just found out the strangest thing...my grandmother writes poetry!! I guess it shouldn't seem that weird but she never really told people and she's avoiding letting me see it...
but I will find a way
the night crosses lanes
switches into rewind
the pavement speeds by, wishing
when the angels come down
will you be around?
the trees bend low
the moon smiles ethereal glow
homecoming tonight
might we lose the sadness
as our fingers slip
let the last flying reality
join the space junk
as I kiss you good-bye
when it was all wrapped up like that
I closed my eyes
now you're gone
~~~~~
nothing to do with the poem but I just found out the strangest thing...my grandmother writes poetry!! I guess it shouldn't seem that weird but she never really told people and she's avoiding letting me see it...
but I will find a way