Out In The ForestA Poem by Patrick McCombs
Thousands of lights hang in the cool night air
You were wearing that sweatshirt that smelled like sunshine My fingers found themselves in your long auburn hair We gazed at the skyline Metal giants trying to grab the stars Countless people living in the belly of the beast But out here. In the forest nothing is ours Tonight we drove east Silence engulfs us completely There is no need to speak Nature does it sweetly Out here words seem weak I gaze into your twin blue lakes They are pure and free There is no time for mistakes We simply be. © 2013 Patrick McCombs |
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Added on June 6, 2013 Last Updated on June 6, 2013 Author
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