Iron & Wine - a poem.

Your music is my lullaby,

Iron & wine.

On these cold, lonely nights

a comforting hand

caressing my head;

seeing me to sleep.

And as I wake,

flashbacks to a small Madera room

sleeping on the floor.

The restless nights

of pure love,

simple friendships,

the you and I’s.

Your mellow tunes are now

my lullabies,

seeing me to sleep

Iron & Wine.

By tuttysan © 2008

Iron & Wine – a poem. Photo: A frozen and flooded Des Plaines River at Historic Riverside IL.

Pin It on Pinterest

Shares
Share This