Sunday, July 11, 2010

Vera Davis

When the lamps were turned low
and the birds grew silent
I stopped in my tracks and marveled

You traveled the world like you owned it
Lived out the years
Beat the life from them like they owed you an answer

Living in the sunlight
As we followed you to it

I still wonder sometimes
If you found what you were looking for

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