Poems from Rhodesl2
I walk beneath,
the quiet trees.
An emptied Church,
quite long forgotten.
I dance through Arches,
of glistened green,
and stare...
Bury me beneath the Oaks,
That's where I'd like to Sleep.
Scatter my ashes wide, Dear,
There's nothing left to keep.
Bury me beneath...
They called you 'primitive' dear friend,
and I confused in my affections.
How backwards they are!
For it is you who are confused,
and I...
The notebook is me,
And I am notebook.
A soul in the pages,
A past in black pen,
How warped is the cover!
How black is my sin!
So...
I am the Storyteller,
weaving dreams,
And the Lawyer,
telling lies.
I am the Healer,
mending souls,
And the Destroyer,
rending spirits...