I Write Poetry
In the cool morning
It was not the food each was seeking
but
tokens of warmth
nibbles of sustenance
exchanged in the velvet dark -
Waybread for wayfaring companions.
The nourishment they each sought
would come at the end of other journeys.
And be shared
with other travelers.
It was not the food each was seeking
but
tokens of warmth
nibbles of sustenance
exchanged in the velvet dark -
Waybread for wayfaring companions.
The nourishment they each sought
would come at the end of other journeys.
And be shared
with other travelers.
By:
openshadows
Age:
46-50
,
Male
