Photographs by Robert Lee Haycock

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Box of Rain


Walk into splintered sunlight
Inch your way through dead dreams
to another land
Maybe you're tired and broken
Your tongue is twisted
with words half spoken
and thoughts unclear
What do you want me to do
to do for you to see you through
A a box of rain
will ease the pain
and love will see you through
Lesh and Hunter