Sifting sunlight through woven fabric
weaving wind into my hair
I wrap ideas around each secret
cradle wounds like
broken
babies
crying for love that never was
I called for you in summer stillness
etched stories in the gloom
I staggered through a billowy gust
Cried a river beneath blue moon
If I sit here a while longer
Will you remember?
whew...excellent piece...the broken babies just about stole my breath...you sting well with words to pull out the emo...very well played...
ReplyDeleteheartbreaking, really.
ReplyDeletecool.
ReplyDeletejoin us today.
unrequited love...
ReplyDeleteinstead of what we wait for and dream of
Thanks Kelly so gr8 to see you each week here
smiles