Never again will I sit across
Smell your breath in the air
Hold your gaze through the stare
Feel your touch in my hair
...
She was born on a tree top
In a nest of old straws
She had lovely feathers
And a smile that draws
...
Never Again
Never again will I sit across
Smell your breath in the air
Hold your gaze through the stare
Feel your touch in my hair
Never again will you feel a squeeze
Expressing my longing with such ease
Never will our arms brush across
As we walk through the palms.
Never will you hear my call
Through the crowds in the hall
Never will we turn around
To the sound of our foot fall
Never again can you touch my face
Trace a line through this frontage
Never again will there be silence
To hear the sounds of my benevolence
Never will you feel the warmth
In the weaves of my yarn
Never again will I look to sew
Hem a tale or a new darn.
Never will I hold your hand
Feel the grease in the palm
Never will you be able to graze
In my land and in my space
Never again will my heart be taken
By the words of your compassion
Never will we meet again.
In any lane or a by lane.
Thanks Husham.....Thank you for reading them.