Poem I wrote years ago inside an old Ford ecconoline van. At the time, the van was also "home" for me. It is my quiet yearning to feel a little love. Dedicated to all those that just want to feel love.
The light wind is
Nesting under my head tonight,
And I feel very light weight.
I am reminded,
Like I was the one that bore witness
To all the tragedies of the world,
Of the first people to fall
In love.
They must have felt confused,
Not knowing the effects of the
Pure emotions that assembled their
Fragmented hearts.
How lost the woman's eyes must have been
As she touched the caveman's hands
And openly read everything he has to say
Before he says it.
And what about the caveman-
How did he see her beauty?
He probably fell asleep on a
Cold, damp rock only
To wake up the next morning to
Find his beauty dead.
Sadly, the rest of the cavemen cry
And he sits alone
Disconcerted.
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