Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

this is a lonely trail
i knew there'd be days like these
long paths to traverse
cobblestones in my shoes
hurdles silent and sure

i once had a friend
who sang the moments fine
and a donkey to smuggle the load
well-stocked verse
fine beaujolais
books and stocking caps

trio of wanderers
lost loves left behind
nothing to burden us
but sweet sunlight and sky

but days like these
when no one walks this way
it's a grey heart that squeaks its tune
and a mind that scrapes my soul's hull


judih

Fine metaphors, J.

A strong, clear, well-crafted lament.


--Z

thanks, Z

days like these, it's good to hear from you

j

kinda grey here in bawlmer
had a chuckle bout the AC pic
nana hit the nail on the head
them pianos is real HEAVY
hope your grey day turns to
sweet corn yellow, and we know
it will, cause yer light sure do shine
my friend....shine on judih....shine on......