Saturday, August 7, 2010

Untitled Drawing 1986 Terrence L Cope Graphite on Paper. Click image for larger view.


These Castle walls, tall,
Things lost in time
Words spoke in love,
Once whispered in rhyme
Hold gently
These things,
...Shiny,
.....Safe,
That do not cut
For we bleed so easily,
Work hard, walk soft
it still falls apart,
Crumbles,
Decayed
For you stayed only of duty,
You remained out of guilt,
Holding on as best you could
In a castle we built