Tuesday, October 4, 2011

In the rushes

The tall grass so high
I can't see over
I know she is there
This hunger smothers
Her beauty makes me cry
And I desire her so
I can barely think
Until I see her
Laying there
Upon the shore
Is she waiting
Or is she dreading
My approach
I long for her
I walk
Until I see her
Through the grass
Grown so tall
She is beautiful
And I am so tired
Of waiting
To be hers