Driftwood

The embers in their glowing
All secrets are they knowing
As the river ever flowing
Leads me driftwood out of time.

Lend me your mind so I may bend it.
Be my friend, come mend me
I'm broken, come whisper bliss unspoken.
Sail with me. Fail with me.
Become me. Numb me.
Forget me. Regret me.
Know me. Blow me.
Love me out of time.

poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!