I see your reflection in my beggar's eye, <br />Who owned your world neath truer skies; <br />But died in driftwood, for your smiles- <br />And held you close, for a little while. <br /> <br />We go, we stay; no one pays heed, <br />Though signed in blood names on the deed; <br />No matter who, I'd know your style- <br />Who held you close, for a little while. <br /> <br />The ocean roves, just like a man <br />Whose heart is sweet, beneath warm sands, <br />And I hope it never was a trial- <br />Just holding you, for a little while.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beggar-s-eye/
