Wolves & Cougars

Wolves & Cougars

In the morning by the sea
as the fog clears from the sand
have no money in my hand
have no home
I have no land

But it doesn’t trouble me
as I lay beside the fire
I am easy to inspire
There is little I required

I wasn’t yours
and you weren’t mine
though I wished from time to time
we had found a common ground

For it was such a welcome sound
how the emptiness would fill
with the waves and with your song
people find where they belong
or just keep moving on

Through the neverending days
where the way is seldom clear
my compass still may not be near
to drive a ship I cannot steer

Through the bleak and early morns
where the stronger willed will swarm
where the moments move so slow
that never seem to let you go

For when my hands are old and ache
and my memory flickers dimly
and my bones don’t hold my skin
there’s no place I haven’t been
I’ll recall the days with you
that is all that I can do
feel the carvings on the tree
that gave some shade for you and me.

I wish it could still so.

Dr. Deb

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