Josh Davoll Poems
|5.||Who Will Remember Me?||11/18/2012|
|19.||Footprints In The Snow||1/31/2013|
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Footprints In The Snow
An impression of my footprints in the snow
And roads to walk before I fall
I wonder where my footprints go
and were they even there at all
I heard a call; a call I know
My heart has bled me not to leave
Lulled by the silence; held below
By shadows you would not conceive
In drab of night I'll say hello
And hold you close into my chest
I know I owe you all I know
But know I never loved you less
Ephemeral isn't beautiful unless it's beautiful and beautiful.
And beautiful isn't this unless it's this.
And Literature is the water in the ocean,
as the ocean gathers sunshine for Grandfather, who is beautiful.
Grandfather is the man in the ocean who was there.
Those who gather literature this autumn in the ocean
are not beautiful and are not men or ephemeral men