Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Sweat the gold the place you kneel


Sweat the gold the place you kneel,
where oaks are bones and dreams are hills,

heaven knows, but whom to tell,
what the lone dove really feels

when they hold you up
and drive in the nails.



2 comments:

Jan said...

Dearest William, Your words brought tears so near the surface that I am still blinded by them~

William Michaelian said...

Dear Jan... we have seen some strange, sad, beautiful things in our time... thank you...