Walking Down the Road…

This is Cyranny’s Cove!

Cyranny's Cove


The want of motion

the absence of breeze, the ripples

in the clouds, the warmth tells me something

of what I’d forgotten,

I told her, countless stories

anything to make her smile, and then

if she would accept, my words of want, then I

would want her, and the pleasures that would bring,

Walking down the road, unending, not twisting

either, nor turning back on itself,

just a walk of life, with someone like you,

the want of need, the need for love, you take my breath away,

The signals that you were sending, told me of the way

of the perils of traveling, the branches hanging low, scratching

my face, the tangled tales, of my stories, darkened, so much that rain

drowned the skies, and swept me away from you…

Torrents of tales that told of the unhappy lovers, who tore and scratched,

pushing and pulling their hearts into…

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