Prowl – A Poem For The Lost
From a six month mindful absence
to a lifetime free, bold
well I’ll meet you by the shelter
we can hide there from the cold
and the futile stories that are told
get lost in darkness
yet our skies are starless
our skies are starless.
With tones of joy and laughter
crescendoing to nothing but a scowl
still you wont avoid the trouble
when the snakes are on the prowl
and everyone you know will bring you flowers
but your love is ours
your love is ours.