Tuesday, November 06, 2012

Creaking Bones.


Creaking Bones.




Hey there Alba,
Smile with me, honey bee,
I once could run as thee.
Like the stag I'd move,
So light, so smooth.
Today I watch you be,
As crazy as can be,
Flying about the place,
Letting smiles caress my face,
Dear Alba you are mine.
Down on bended knee,
You climb upon my back,
I rise so frail,
But tell the tale,
Of how I'd walked the world.
To see your face glow,
With surprise and hope,
I tell a joke,
You hold my hand,
We're in wonderland,
Where pain can be no more.