Laura Gibson
Come by Storm
When my eyes survey the tree lineI'll recall a voiceAnd how I took great care with wordsAll that wasA picture wasA poem was a poemWords were trees of brown of goldYou were a place I had come to knowIf the dark falls earlyWould you come in the nightWould you come with the morningCome by fire or come by stormWhen my days turn to goldTurn to goldAnd pull to the skyTo the skyI'll recall the timeI was more aliveWhen I lose myself to wordsDid I die in your armsOr did I die alone?When the dark fell on meDid you come in the nightDid you come with the morningCome by fire or come by storm
From Letras Mania