So, <br />here I sit, <br />wondering upon all these things <br />as tears fall down my cheeks <br />and stain them gray; <br />ever wondering.. Ever wanting. <br /> <br />There upon the telegraph pole <br />came to me words <br />I never thought I’d read, <br />and there, <br />like serpents laid within the grass <br />I found the muse of all promise. <br /> <br />Here and there she whispered through <br />thought and intent <br />as if reading my every want <br />and hidden desire.<br /><br />lamia harker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/legacy-ii/
