Bridges Not WallsA Poem by Chris Shaw(An old poem out for an airing)
As twilight cast a shadow on his face,
a candle flame brought softness to his eyes. I saw once more the man that I first knew and raised my glass to toast the future highs. I smiled as I remembered our first kiss, his loving arms that wrapped me in his spell. The wish that time that night would just stand still as sturdy walls built round me rocked and fell. I found the strength I needed in his love, I felt the freedom surge throughout my brain, as I recalled the wonder that we shared as he released me from my inner pain. Yet after all these years what have I done? Rebuilt those bloody walls which I thought gone.
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10 Reviews Added on November 28, 2018 Last Updated on December 2, 2018 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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