Treasure Island

Danny The Dreamer Boyd


Hopeless


It's been so long since I last heard from you,
I was content with but one call per year:
Which makes your memory not disappear,
And helps cause color to my constant blue;
So now do tell me what am I to do:
Because a second year is drawing near,
And though our fading times are yet quite clear;
I'd like to think that I can start anew?
It kept me sane, the thought that you're okay,
Despite the darkness ‘tween the call and call;
And oh, the dreadful things that can befall!
Your scarce connections say all words unsaid;
Yet now with dreary hope I day by day:
Do pray your rosy feet no waste land tread!

Submitted: Sunday, August 17, 2014

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