Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Update - My Scribbles

Borrowed Time


One more for the road
We quip without subtly,
The journey is long
and our souls are worn,
The road is hard
And where it goes we don't know,
we just need one more, 
To get us along,

The soothing heat caresses our milky skin,
Wrapped in each other
lost in soaking euphoria,
Our lust to stay consumes,
Alas,
We know we cannot remain,
Our journey impatiently beckons
trudging forward we must go on,

Perhaps some day we may
Just stay a little longer,
For now we must march onward,
Blind and lost,
Unknowing and apprehensive,
Longing always to return
When our journey meets its end
And time will finally be ours.
(C) Sarah O' Regan

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