New Poem
Tears fell to my hand
it was this familiar warm moisture
carving rivers across the dry landscape
from where they land
And at the rivers end
a pool of thought
would rest without a ripple
sink into my skin
and then it will begin
the thought riddled tears
will travle in my blood streams
befor it reaches where it seems
a heart should be
now there is a gapeing hole
so her tears leave my bad blood
and get grabbed up by my soul
And run a gauntlet of fear and dissilusion
it was with this mind and body fusion
that i looked closely at those tears
and saw thoughts that looked tired from
running through her mind for too many years
And there I sat
with a wet palm
feeling everything but calm
I realized without staying out all night
without being in a fight
without being mean
even without telling a lie
I made this beautiful woman that I love
cry
~Danny Jones
it was this familiar warm moisture
carving rivers across the dry landscape
from where they land
And at the rivers end
a pool of thought
would rest without a ripple
sink into my skin
and then it will begin
the thought riddled tears
will travle in my blood streams
befor it reaches where it seems
a heart should be
now there is a gapeing hole
so her tears leave my bad blood
and get grabbed up by my soul
And run a gauntlet of fear and dissilusion
it was with this mind and body fusion
that i looked closely at those tears
and saw thoughts that looked tired from
running through her mind for too many years
And there I sat
with a wet palm
feeling everything but calm
I realized without staying out all night
without being in a fight
without being mean
even without telling a lie
I made this beautiful woman that I love
cry
~Danny Jones