Monday, June 28, 2010


Jim Bronyaur

Watching as the falling
the calling

they come.

Bringing they spread

they become

all okay.

Secrets the world can't know

can't believe

it's real.

The sorry and the sorrow

the sadness

the sound.

Creaking to the wet

the dark

one last kiss.


Anonymous said...

Great poem Jim, loving the way tears and smiles descend to my heart as get to the place of those "Secrets the world can't know... " , beautiful verses!

ganymeder said...

Nice rhythym. Lovely sentiment.