Promise me
That you will not outgrow
Running barefoot
In the summer rain
When the world
Spits out
Its schizophrenic songs
Listen to the nakedness
Of your heart
And dance till sunrise
Promise me
That you will not cower in the storm
The hail will pound
Till numbness
Promise me you won’t let go
Be not afraid to feel
The howling of the wind
Inside your soul
And sing till daybreak
Promise me
That you will not cease
To dig with bare hands
Till you unearth the true words
That ring with you deeply
The saving grace
Of the mirror of solitude
The chill of the night is passing
Hold on till the morning
Promise me
©2008 Dosia McKay
The whole story is not told in your poem. But it is a brief moment of desire. I found comfort and promise in your words.
What a great way to request from someone to keep childlikeness and unjaded joy in heart. Touching.
I promise…..
(A wonderful, moving, poem….)
I am better then before…for this moment.
I admired your art…I saw your artwork, listen your music…
You are talent artist…Thank you for your beautiful
messages with your art…
Yeshim.
Beautiful poem!!! The art on your page is just beautiful also!!! I look forward to reading more of what you write!