Back to the Fold
when do i start myself
what do i do, start on somebody else
it is true?
is it you?
riding the dreams that i breathe
autumn leaves from changing trees
gently fall to their end
is is a view?
is it you?
when do i feel again
or am i feeling too much now
it is a time like this
that reminds me of somewhere else
something very distant
something that almost takes me home
but i am gone
before i arrive
is it you?
are you alive
when do i take hold
are we young or are we gold
one of the unique
or part of the fold
More poems at
https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/
James Garratt – Monday 26th November 1996
Back to the Fold? – Tuesday 26th November 1996
