Before The Facts Become A Blur
It matters not
where you go or whom you’re with
I’ll always be connected to you
I’ve reached down deep
to touch your soul
touched you there
came to know that you are whole
breathed the same air as you
when the sun was high
a sky that was a beautiful blue
a day your eyes spoke loudly for you
yes I’ll always be connected to you…
Before the facts become a blur
somewhere in that space of time
where friendships get lost
denied
I know I’ll always be connected to you
it matters not
where you go or whom you’re with…
Clyde A. Wray
April 14, 2009
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- The Poet/The Poem/Baseball
- Please, Don't Look At My Shoes
- Louder (Rainbow People)
- Thicker Than A Pound Butter
- Sonnet # 221
- Censorship, Politicians And A Empty Refrigerator
- Excuse Me, Did You Mistake My Vote As A Referendum...
- Indifference By Another Name Is Called A Politician
- Help It Appears To Be Contagious
- Another Mystery, Who, Why and To and From Where
- The Day The Yellow Marigolds Didn't Arrive
- Wicked Hot Flair
- Before The Facts Become A BlurIt matters notwhere ...
- When Cannons Roar
- She's Found Wings
- On The Good Side
- Silence
- Sonnet # 220
- You Gave Them Wings To Fly High
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