That he shall be;
For he walked in the outside, leaving forever his winds and ways
Taking his collection, his mind of tarnished packages,
Strange and unopened;
For her love was with him, walking in the forest of dreams
Forever knowing the unknowing,
The unrest, the tournaments of fact and wisdom;
Never knowing the familiar, the restful,
the satisfying challenges of fools;
For her love was with him, walking in the forest of dreams;
The agony of love did come upon him,
And it made his face wet with tears;
The collector of outside days
Did love her
Forever.
Is that Incoming I hear? ©2002 revis © R.A. Kukkee 2012 tags: poetry, A collector of outside days, packages, love, strange and unopened
Raymond,
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“For her love was with him,” I can feel the warmth and love of every word. A lovely composition. I think it would make a great song as well.
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