Companions When I'm Walking.

November 13, 2008
Long twisted laces
Blue as summer skies
They’ve seen all my faces
They know all my lies

Soft purple patterns
With worn all seeing souls
Their canvas has no tatters
Their knowledge has no holes

They’ve heard the ocean talking
They’ve walked the greatest wall
My companions when I’m walking
They still haven’t seen it all

They’ve strut the local streets
Seen priceless works of art
They know my favorite beats
Seen the contents of my heart

With me all the time
They’ve come to know me well
They helped me write this rhyme
So our story, I do tell

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