8 March 2013

By the still waters


I feel so low

sick to my soul

this is no place

for any man

to be left behind

dragging his heels

on the lonely trail

I’m so weary

of constant struggle

of being hooked

and strung out

on the line

so lay me down

in the tall grass

by the still waters

to loosen my burden

in greener pastures

and set me down easy

to be born again



  1. You make me linger like a soul between the sleep and the rebirth. One can feel all of the the human endurance in this piece

    1. Thank you Lolita - I dedicate this one to the one I love...