Wednesday, December 11, 2013

The Child Man

He was like fire waiting for ice
He was like desert waiting for snow
He was like concrete wall waiting for a rose to grow

He was like a sea bed waiting for the light
He was like a boat waiting for someone to row
He was like a driftwood waiting for some hand to know

He was like the stopped watch, waiting for some time to flow
He is a child but manned quite some time ago.

He is ...

He is warm and moist,
     like a dense forest to explore

He is soft and brittle,
     like flower patches & dried leaves on the forest floor

He is smooth and coarse,
     like the dew sliding into the sun tanned pores

He has known me for a while, 
     but he wants to know more...