Sunday, November 15, 2015

someday


someday soon enough I hope
even as today we sit apart and cope
a day will come when all will be fine
like the hot healing kiss of winter sunshine
a day when we’ll not have to rehearse rhetoric
or defiantly defend our own illogic
no, then we’ll not need to lift our voice
or find victory in the strength of noise
someday, the day will come I’m sure
when for even our hurt, there’ll be a cure
then we’ll speak again like wife and man
like how many moons ago, we once began
hopefully we’ll finish thus; hopefully we’ll end
not just as spouses but as best friends
because we’ve seen so much, you and I
‘tween the unyielding earth and the limitless sky
we’ve grown so much more than just grown old
and through these cracks still shimmers gold
it’s the gleam of love, of delight and of peace
of old photo albums perused on old knees
and so in that hope these lines do I write
wishing that this pen loses ink this night
and that someday without even saying a word
we will be understood, and not just be heard.

ram cobain


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