Poetry

Tuesday, 24 December 2019

Close to nothing

Close to nothing
Got nothing left
Close to nothing
Hanging on the ledge
I am close to nothing
But your pledge
To be close to nothing but me

Close to nothing but a razor's edge
Close to nothing just a hair's breadth
Leave it up to me in the hour of the dawn
Close shave, too close I am shorn

Close to you, be close to me
I've got the ghost of you
That I can't see
Close to nothing but the breeze
Come bring yourself close to me

There's too much sky
So much I can't see
The how and the why
The wood from the trees
We're on the edge of forever
And for that won't you be
Close to nothing but me?

I've got too much to live for
Not enough sky
On the ladder I climb for
Until I die
The stars are so near, and yet so far
I am close to nothing
But the moon and mars
Close to nothing but your love

Close to nothing
Up here hanging on
Close to nothing
Nothing but this song
Walk with me, talk with me along
The shore
Close to nothing but you
Like never before

Our foot steps leave two trails
In the sand
Sometimes together
At others, alone we stand
Close to nothing but what we understand
One gives the other
Hand in hand

Close to nothing but infinity
Close to nothing but the wild raging sea
I'll be close to you, if you'll be close to me


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