Between the Waters

Please Moon, A Prayer

By: EarlB, 12:34 PM GMT on October 28, 2009

Walking alone on streets I was familiar with, I suddenly
felt that I was lost. If it weren't for the moon...

I looked for my map
And saw that I was lost.

Not a beacon
To guide me home.

Old friends gone,
New friends yet to be found.

Please moon,
Hold me
Until I'm home.

Here's to new loves and old, warm arms to enfold,
I'm a long, long way from home.


Tree of Life

By: EarlB, 10:11 AM GMT on October 17, 2009

She asked me,
"Poppa, What is love?"

And I thought and then said
"Love is what you need and want it to be."

She thought some and said,
"Love is a tree."

And I thought that she was so right.

And I think of how my tree looks
compared to hers, how they are both
trees, but so different,

About the seasons in which our trees
Grow, about how some trees grow straight
and true, others, well....

Yes, love is a tree.

Updated: 3:10 PM GMT on October 23, 2009


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