Trust

[Larsen M. Callirhoe]

See is seven feet tall

and harder to reach

then a six foot burial tomb.

 

I want my baby to be

born from your womb.

 

Don’t you know

out of the ashes

sparks wore born.

 

So why did it end

with a pitch fork

between us?

 

I want to soar to the clouds above

and give you call on the telephone.

 

Can’t you see the horizons

I want to fly to with you.

 

Take my hand to the promise land.

I vow to you it will be magical.

Just give me that chance is all I ask

and your everyday will be our heaven.

 

I believe you are my angel

sent from the great unknown above.

 

All you have to do is trust.

[Aleksandra]

Trust... the hardest thing - to trust. Your poem, sounds very nice, Victor. The sincere feelings and the free spirit of love... Good poem, my friend.

[tonyv]

This one's good, Victor. I'm not sure "Trust" is the right title for it, but in some way it is. These are the parts I really like:

 

See is seven feet tall

and harder to reach

then a six foot burial tomb.

 

I want my baby to be

born from your womb ...

 

So why did it end

with a pitch fork

between us?

 

I want to soar to the clouds above

and give you call on the telephone ...

 

Nice work!

 

Tony