No More
Guest Poems > Laurence Overmire
No More
I am but a dream
In this instant, you hear me
Speak, see my face
The eyes that tell my story
In this instant, you hear me
Speak, see my face
The eyes that tell my story
But when you turn
I am gone, with only a stone
To mark the place, where once
We slept
Together.
To mark the place, where once
We slept
Together.
Laurence Overmire © 2003