March 1, 2016

First Move

First Move
Janelle Spiers 

Out of sight, out of mind,
But would you please look behind,
You’ve moved on without me
Now it’s dark, I can’t see. 
Would you throw me a rope,
Because it’s all I can hope.
Could you make the first move,
Show me light, won’t you prove
That I’m not by myself in this strange new world. 

Out of light, out of shine,
I’ve been doing just fine
But you’ve moved on without me
Now it’s dark. I can’t see.
I’m too proud to shout,
Won’t you help me get out?
Could you make the first move,
Show me light, won’t you prove
That I’m not by myself in this cold new world. 

Out of sight, out of mind,
Maybe we’re blind.
You’ve moved on without me
It’s so dark. I can’t see.
If I stretch out my hand
Will you help me to stand?
Could you make the first move,
Show me light, won’t you prove
That I’m not by myself in this dark new world. 


3 comments:

Kathleen T. Jaeger said...

I like it!

Ralina said...
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Ralina said...

Having trouble commenting this morning...grrrr...so, hopefully, you're not receiving this 10,000 times!

I wanted to say that this poem is beautiful!!