Saturday, September 26, 2015

You came upon that distant side


You came upon that distant side of me with the old fence down,
and found my fate a map of tangled weeds;

You came upon that wild side the wind and rain have known,
where lightning brought me to my knees;

Now you come upon that gentle side, where flowers grow,
and see a child in his waning days.



2 comments:

Jonathan Chant said...

'fate a map of tangled weeds'. Lovely, William.

William Michaelian said...

Many thanks, Jonathan. It’s still early here. Daylight and streetlights still in solemn discussion about the new day coming on. And now your voice. All is right in the world.