Wednesday, 11 November 2009

Armistice Day

White

If my words took flight
They would find your ear
No distance too far
No whisper too near

You may not recall
You’ll never forget
Every step of the way
Will get you there yet

White on the water
On river on sea
Something that caught ya
Reminds you of me

A flash of a lens
A trick of the light
Signals in colours
Gradations of white

When nothing is the same
And happens despite
I climb from my knees
And try as I might

White on the water
On river on sea
Something that caught ya
Reminds you of me

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