by Tony Clark
I play a memory.
the vivid beyond, back when everything was simple
all was clear, picture perfect.
Things were forgotten but only became the fabric of what today might bring.
Everything was as it was
spoken, broken, beautiful
new beginnings a plenty
the field was fresh yet again.
When I was young I sang a song
but that was yesterday;
at the precipice that’s were I belong!
I kicked a goal but no one saw my name.
begin again.
Love first saw me when i knew not what it meant
and it became, the very essence that I might bring.
Love itself spoke to me, settled
Scott Hamilton. I saw Scott here, and felt to prophesy over him, but then thought this poem might be from out of his life?
I play a memory.
the vivid beyond, back when everything was simple
all was clear, picture perfect.
Things were forgotten but only became the fabric of what today might bring.
Everything was as it was
spoken, broken, beautiful
new beginnings a plenty
the field was fresh yet again.
When I was young I sang a song
but that was yesterday;
at the precipice that’s were I belong!
I kicked a goal but no one saw my name.
begin again.
Love first saw me when i knew not what it meant
and it became, the very essence that I might bring.
Love itself spoke to me, settled
Scott Hamilton. I saw Scott here, and felt to prophesy over him, but then thought this poem might be from out of his life?
