Saturday 7 April 2012

Remnants



We walk across the dale and hill

We stand and stare at remnants still

We turn to search each other’s eyes

Yours turn away towards the skies

Your eyes aren’t dull; they’re so like mine

And from your eyes those remnants shine

We stood and stared until we cried

Our hearts still know we never tried

We walk away with eyes so sore

But those remnants stand forevermore

They stand alone and stand so still

As we ascend another hill





Darren James Green

1 comment:

  1. You were always such a great poet. You really should have been published.

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