Comments about Kevin Moore
Stone And Tears
Stone by stone we build
these walls around our hearts while
love's last tears still dry.
Had I told you how my feelings, then, would last
for you (a forest fire burns so hot!) ,
words - wasted - would be echoes in my past
and carry not the weight of times now passed -
my youth misused and wreckage-strewn, besides -
each new feeling held no longer than the last.
(Still, one small ember from that fire cast