a poem
A Poem for My Jo*
When the night starts to swallow the day’s sun, i’ll be here.
When the aria of sadness fills the air, i’ll be here.
When u need someone to talk to, i’ll be here.
When u need someone to sing for you, i’ll be here.
When the aria of sadness fills the air, i’ll be here.
When u need someone to talk to, i’ll be here.
When u need someone to sing for you, i’ll be here.
Time may pass, but i’ll still be here.
In your heart, i’ll forever dwell.
I may be far, but i am close to you too.
For my love, jo, has never left you.
In your heart, i’ll forever dwell.
I may be far, but i am close to you too.
For my love, jo, has never left you.
The letters you sent, i sleep with at night.
Coz they’re my dreammakers, they’re you by my side.
The photos of u i have, smiles back at me.
Photos of pulchritude, they give me serenity.
Coz they’re my dreammakers, they’re you by my side.
The photos of u i have, smiles back at me.
Photos of pulchritude, they give me serenity.
Ego amo te semper, my jo, it is true.
*it had yellowed while faithfully sitting and lying inside the old man’s chest. time had passed but it there remained, left and undisturbed. now, it lives out the dust whilst welcoming the bright light
