March 2020 – Poetry

I’ll Be Home To Your Head

I will be with you and I will be home to your head
I will be there when you go

Wondrous land
Beautiful skies
Riding high in the golden glands

I was skating along the sidewalk
On a rainy Saturday
A good friendship united us through the day
But the sky that I was skating on
Was getting wet

When memories remember sure to fade
When they remind us how we’d be this way

What the punk left me
Was these feelings against the grain
I thought I would fight and break into laughter
And stand alone in my desire