Tuesday 24 April 2012

A work in progress

The moment before you were born,
was free climbing, parachuting, deep sea diving
All the scary things I'd never done
All the fear I had rolled into one.

The silence of that first night
was endless, paralysing, just surviving
All the lonely moments I'd had combined,
All the lost things I'd never find.

The first time I saw your face
was the man on the moon, familiar, lost in space
All the stars I'd ever wished on,
All the hopeful moments just begun.







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