GERYLL ZEHR poetry/photography
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SPACE
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The space which unfolds from the inside out
Smothered my boldness with layers of doubt
And though you were present, and waited at hand,
I could not but reach you o'er miles of sand.

When yesterday's clothing is worn threadbare
And a walk in the park is a trip to nowhere
The words I can't say are like dust in my throat
The look on your face is like castle and moat.

Fools rush in, but I'm not a fool
I'm holding out for a lesson less cruel
If grace doesn't show me the way to get in

Justice will tell me what might have been.
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  • Home
  • Poems
    • Somewhere
    • Christmas
    • A Tear in the Sky
    • Space
    • Two
    • Garden
    • Midnight
    • Three Ocean Poems
    • A Quest Of My Own
    • Sunset
    • Shadow
    • X-ray Your Heart
    • Exquisite Our Kisses
    • Hand in Hand
    • Here It Began
    • In The Machine
    • The Shepherd
    • Tomorrow's Good
    • Rain on rain
    • Magic
    • LIke The Dawn Brings The Sun
    • Water for Fire
    • Houses Tall
    • Want and need
    • Unborn
    • The Danger To Dreams
    • The Other Half
    • Hunger, Child, Hunger
    • Show Me The Wind
  • Photography
  • Journal
  • Contact