Poems from Garrett Thomas
When memory calls upon me
I sit to remember
Joyous or Melancholy
Awake or in slumber
The sights I have seen
The things I have known
The...
In every life
There is a gate
Beyond the gate
There is a road
With many twists
And turns it goes
Where it stops
Only dead ones know
...
Over the mountains
Across the seas
Through the tunnels
Under the trees
The wind blows here
All over the world
The voice is heard
The...