Sunday, September 27, 2009

a four year old poem from a past love

a smile consumes me recalling the day we shared

laughing as walked hand in hand through the falling leaves.

the water, mimicking our emotions of a calm surface feeling,

swirling in my head and creating waves of interest

as the sunset played on the clear current, dancing.

the wind blowing back my hair and cooling my nerves...

what could your thoughts have been?

did you too smell the roses as a new sensuous aroma?

were you breathing in something pure and fragile,

teetering on the edge of the future?

and did the trees speak to you the way they told me

to for just this once let the breeze just carry us away?

Or did you hear something different?

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