SIMPLE... NOT COMPLEX

I hear your simple words,
your ravings, and you comfort
sometimes like rockets,
they thunder cross the sea
and kick me in the head
other times like soft whispers
they resound in the valleys and the hills
and on the steepest cliffs
that your word be heard not once
but a hundred times in all
for friends I lack not,
some bright, and some, my dear, are shady
one, I hear, is a nutty little lady...

©Copyright October 26, 2004 by Per Cod

Inspired by the poem Simple... Not Complex
©Copyright October 26, 2004 by Faye Sizemore