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travelers words
By whisperer
tarry here near the window with me for awhile
tell me of the bumps in your road
then rest yourself near my hearth and dream
dream of the only road that aint lonely
and i'll sit here and watch them grow long
pleasently
listening to your inward song
i'll stare out the window again
and watch the rain fall
down the window it crawls like some drunken spider dancing on fire
i'm sure that somewhere i'm lost
again
come traveler let us regail each other with personal stories of our hells
and the glories of roads less traveled by mass
and how all of that's now in the past
have we learned here
knowing what got us to this window pane should have taught us how to get
around the blame we place on ourselves
i look at at all of these shelves lined with the words i have written
seems like so long ago
there's much still i've yet to know
so....
tarry here near the window with me for awhile
tell me of the bumps in your road
then rest yourself near my hearth and dream
dream of the only road that aint lonely
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© 2006 whisperer
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A former member wrote:
This poem struck me as serene and quiet., softly spoken, but resounded in a rush of echoes.. beautifully written.."then rest yourself near my hearth and dream/dream of the only road that aint lonely"..
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A former member wrote:
There's an almost melancholy peace in these words.. I keep coming back to hear it. Thank you, love.
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A former member wrote:
"i'll stare out the window again and watch the rain fall down the window it crawls like some drunken spider dancing on fire"- lovely line..this entire poem was calm and tranquil, like sitting near a fireplace and listening to stories..
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