The air is filled with memory...
Hope shelters distress
and is lost to control
that does not stay together
fingers ... tracing ... touching...
longing
kisses lost to promised zephyr
stretching time to cover discouragement
(independence does not vibrate so animated now)
when disappointment fathers fear
life moves to slow motion
and every moment from the past
is adorned in costume
and plumps to a surreal dimension
I only hold the musing;
the stars that fall fom the blackest night
shattering at my feet
I break so easily
I wish for whispers
for day to be night
and my love to settle into every corner,
that my heart might know at last
the ease of doubtless air
Copyright © roxannegaebel [06 - 27 -2010]
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