call it in the red
I forget, but
carry weathered memories
of outdoor evening wind whirled times
running through mysterious grass
to landings where the moon could
not be higher
call it in the red
I forget
all aside from the dodging disasters
with skin as thick as leather
trenches so wide, with the eyes of 100 neighbours
watching
waiting for mistakes and stories
I don't need stories
the drama within them
I stand at the epilogue with
plans for you yet
if your palm
remains so flat
and smooth
and open as it did
in the sun
that day
2 comments:
pushing for light,
shivers that break
a silence
cold from doubt
and darkness
pushing for light,
hopes that never see
a daybreak
that warms fingertips
and soul
pushing for light,
fears overcame when
weaknesses are admitted
and we love each
other's faults
it came
to me on a
whim to go in search
of lost memories,
thoughts hidden in
boxes thrown out
long ago
to shed weight.
yet now those
memories cry out
at being forgotten,
weighing
on me more than
boxes ever did.
for today my conscience
bears the burden of
yesterday's forgotten
lighter days.
Post a Comment