Tuesday 10 July 2012

Arms of Rest






Shadows of the past
Are never meant to last
We try to shake them off
Sometimes they come back
Never hanging around long enough
To cause us to have a blast

Benches of yesterday
When we used to sit there for hours
Sometimes all day
We would talk and talk
You only wanted to walk

Time well spent
As others shared theirs too
A seat can have a
Thousand meanings
To the crowd who capture you

If you’re wood had ears
What would you hear
Would you really want to
Share it with someone today

Effortless emotions
Sheltered on the bay
Rocky situations
Crossing paths everyday

A night time call
For a wary person who
You give shelter to
Their weary body that is tired
You have touched their situation
You have chosen them to mind




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