Post by Laura on Jan 21, 2006 10:59:43 GMT -6
[ i n t r o ]
there are frozen sparks tip toeing along the shoreline
I once saw your face inside that river,
and in the sand were our feet, they once traveled together
so surely, I would laugh, this was a paradise to remember
I knew then it would be the thing to take me down
there have always been stories
ones I latch on to
feed my brain cells with their tales
scatter the letters along a trail and pick up where they left off.
I would maze through a woodsy parkside
carve stone words into dying trees
I would read to myself with you by my side
collecting different shades of leaves.
I remembered what it felt like to wander
tumble through tree tops, ghostly white
shedding layers of my skin
for another life to grow in,
I remember all those words we once spoke.
It's difficult to hold on to movement
I was a garden, one you would water
and my flower bloomed faster than you could keep up with
and I then I withered without you.
It hurts to feel disappointed
and I would turn to the pages for words of comfort
but there was no wisdom there
as I trotted along the dotted path I created.
and I should miss him more, I think
how he's traveled so far
without me, I wonder if he could remember
the words, the laughter, the glue that held our pages together
I still wonder if he wonders
if he still dances around burning leaves
just sitting by some thorns, untouched
awaiting to bloom again
I wonder if he could remember . . .
