Lifes Work

Letters To A Young Poet

Behind this door

October 16, 2006 — Filed under: mypoems

Behind this door the sands build As the wind whips like the tale of the serpent Come ride with me Ride on forever Come with me With me you will (come forever) The channel of dyeing soles Runs deep So hold your breath Looking skyward Pray to your god Pray that he will save you Pray that you will die a painless Death