Picking Up Stones
Love turned to dust
Blown away like ashes in a nuclear winter
What would’ve happened to our little fairy tale romance
If we could have seen the cracks
Picking up stones
Kicking pine cones
Looking for ways home in the dark
Drink a cup of wine
And stay awhile
I’ll go upstairs and kiss the forehead of our beautiful child
If we knew then
What we know now
Like the lane sang to me
Would we be happy?
“I think we would”
Picking up stones
Kicking pine cones
Looking for ways home in the dark
©John de Gruyther 2013
The World Outside the Window 
This has a really engaging rhythm to it. Very effective.
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Thanks, it started out life as a song but I never did anything with it as I could never settle on a melody. I was looking for a post for today and found the words in a notebook 🙂
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