poems

I love the balance

I love the balance

23/7/15

I love the balance.

The trepidation to the edge.

Which way to circumnavigate,

where to place my pledge?

The signing of my soul.

Ensnaring my body to my mind

with all inside, and outside.

That magnificent never changing tide.

Elastoplast sutures on unopened scars.

Swapping brand new automobiles for battered old cars.

Halls filled with holly with no doctrine in sight.

I’ll hold you forever if you’ll love me tonight.

Copyright G.P Williamson 2015

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