My Poems

The Covering Hands

Standing at the door waiting for someone

seeing you at the park,

seeing you in the art room.

While holding hands with someone else,

Hands covering his eyes,

till one day they fell.

realizing the pathway,

the reason to leave,

Now walking the hallways you walk on

smiling from the look in each others eyes,

looking and searching for that living soul,

now realizing what he want,

at least that's what the mind conjures,

but now just wanting to forget,

not voting for either playing cards

what is to happen will

BUT THE COVERING HANDS HOVER....