TO THE BAND

in the hearts of men,

our moments lived were one for the high,

the oceans were drivin in the winds of time,

my dreams are here,

my eyes are open,

when will you be comming home babe,

lets touch the sands of this day,

divided in two now sewn together

with time over and over,

redrawn,

ready to burst through the soul,

i am comming home.

Reviews

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

I like the feeling... I agree with Amata Luna's review, it does seem like a great longing with love.

[Amata Luna]

Great imagery in here. A perfect metaphor for someone longing...