Stop Everything
Stop everything and come with me.
Let the rose in the yard go untended.
There are places I need you to see.
Let the phone ring. Unboil the tea.
Let the tale, just begun, go unended.
Stop everything and come with me.
The crack in the cup. The blight in the tree.
Must a broken thing always be mended?
There are places I need you to see.
Let the door hang open. Don't take a key.
Leave the house and your heart undefended.
Stop everything and come with me.
Where will we go? What will we be?
Ah, love, let me be candid.
There are places. But I need you to see.
No promises, then. No guarantees.
Just love and fear equally blended.
Stop everything and come with me.
There are places I need you to see.
- Kevin Coll
3 comments:
Aw. Perfect post. Perfect picture.
Great poem! Reminds me of my wild traveling days with Lea.
Nice. Thanks for the Van song today, bro. Like I said, tears to the eyes.
Amy
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