I Won'T Play Storm Poem by Alice Morgan

I Won'T Play Storm



Did I expect the destructive
storm to uproot the poems
from your ground?
Never ever you leave me
but follow all the way,
like cookies, I hear your sound.
What's that love
full of animality,
without mind?
In it no innocence,
air of true love,
I can find.
I won't play storm,
in my guitar rather music,
I'll seek to bind.

Friday, May 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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