Statuary
The same hands hold red
In the babe day
That when light turns away
And the days age,
Wave.
These hands are only stone.
They have more time to hold,
But the eyes behind them
Are blind to what weak flesh remembers.
Tags: Poetry
The same hands hold red
In the babe day
That when light turns away
And the days age,
Wave.
These hands are only stone.
They have more time to hold,
But the eyes behind them
Are blind to what weak flesh remembers.
Tags: Poetry