We are but one soul, <br />along the parallel lines. <br />Neither too close nor too far to make perspective work. <br /> old and young, <br />writer of poetry and singer of song. <br /> Meeting on the horizon, <br /> crossing in the field of dreams. <br /> Punk and rock and roll, <br /> whisky and wine. <br /> safety and fears <br />Talking eyes, do show- <br />love and hate, <br />loud and soft, <br />fast and slow. <br />to crash as thunder, to hold as still as dead of night, <br />with only moon and stars to show their tears, <br /> when end in sight.... <br />I ask for less <br />but to be this tired, <br />this scared, <br />this feared, <br />YES! <br />YES! <br />YES!<br /><br />crybaby clark<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/k-perspective/
