Aging Tattoos Poem by Uriah Hamilton
Aging Tattoos
All the sparrows can hear me sing
in the late summer dawn
of lazy last minute dreams.
I’ve got a small city desire
to meet an exciting stranger
as I dance my way down streets naïve with innocence
and visions of flowers.
One day, I’ll wake my heart from slumber
and discover a love that doesn’t fade
like aging tattoos.
Monday, September 2, 2013
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5/8/2024 2:15:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
you just lore me with your poem into your world of phantasm. nice poem