Where You Are
Sometimes I wonder where you go
What roads you cross
How you get there
What you do in that place
Other times I fantasize of where you are
Where that place is
What color the walls are
If there is any walls
One time I told you where you should be
Where it’s warm
The sun chases the moon dramatically
That place is so lovely…
A few times I dreamt of where you’ll be
How you’ll get there
Will I be there?
I just want to be where you are.
TheLastCowboy commented on Where You Are
09-17-2012
lisaner commented on Where You Are
09-17-2012
09/18/2012
Brianandhiscats commented on Where You Are
09-16-2012
09/16/2012
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| You vs Him | 0 | 12/10/2012 |
| A Dream Away | 0 | 11/13/2012 |
| The Night Sky | 1 | 09/22/2012 |
| Where You Are | 3 | 09/16/2012 |
| I Dream of the Moon | 1 | 09/15/2012 |
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