When the wire breaks <br />Three steps almost to the center of the bridge <br />The hands will go out wide the breath will shake <br />Dreams will ask where will i lodge <br />The soul will say where will i be <br />The spirit will sing i am going home <br />The bones will sigh back to worms <br />Each manoeuvre form <br />And the shadow follows no one <br />The breath ease where the journey cease <br />The day stop and the night breaks down <br />Next to you the dust tease <br />The moon hide the sun fades <br />In the sky appear the rainbow pale <br />That is life held so high <br />Like the christmas bell ringing round roses <br />Valued for gold good enough for dust <br />For stories and memories few and forgotten <br />No more honeymoon no rainbow <br />Beach parties no more snow <br />No more horse and horses race <br />And if all can be save<br /><br />George Egba<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-is-save/
