Kit Kelen #990 - kept

990

kept

a voice, a face

you keep these

how much meaning to me

scribble of a place

slip world to world

by heart

in a box to which you are precious

weather stiff with us

and scratch

all chooks for the dust

handwriting

yours, mine

though we were taught the same

lost in some certain chords

led by strings away

I go into the dark with this

and a question hung over the hills

got away

the truth is telling me again

who keeps a tidy mind

clean heart

so many ways facing

like the blood runs down

so many parts to play

and a kiss

that keeps

me whole