CARRY THEM HOME

CARRY THEM HOME

All your restless energy bottled up within,
All the secrets hiding in the deep folds of your skin.

All your tears at twilight when your road comes to an end.

Bundle them up like precious cargo floating out to sea,
Gather them in your uncertain hands, carry them home to me.

All your efforts wasted like pearls thrown before swine,
All your stubborn water that will not change to wine.

All your useless, futile tries to stall and turn back time,
Carry them to my doorstep and I will make them mine.

The weakness of the flesh that tempts your lover's vow,
The fantasies of other men that tantalize you now.

The urge to wander far away with some new exquisite beauty,
Sweep them up in your ash and dust, carry them home to me.

The disappointments and regrets that rise and follow you,
All you once held to your breast as tantamount and true,

All the manmade barriers dividing me and you,
Let them go like flakes of snow in a sky of midnight blue.

All the nervous tension that courses far and wide,
All the hope that withers, the fire that slowly dies.

All the routine, mundane things you do to pass the time,
The prose that does not always flow, the poem that does not rhyme.

Bundle them up like precious diamonds, shining brilliantly.
Gather them in like treasured friends, carry them home to me.

-Bruce Potts
Revised Copyright 2014
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