Prisms
Do you remember
when it was early,
or when too late
falling in curtsied tide..
feet too deep in depth
where wandering shallows hide
and all our pirate secrets kept.
Am I still the stranger in your night?
so much you still don't know..
making my memory smile
watching love grow
you came shinin' to me,
a simple cell phone
your only light.
Like soldiers laughing nervously
as they march off to the front
realizing life's candle, their only chance
perhaps afraid, still feel want
and wait the call to advance.
Sat watching awhile under a tall tree
next to a carved stone
learned you've done the same
let days wander on their own
never dwell too much
the reason they've flown
yet
still so glad they ever came.
I see you through a sort of prism
one softly spun in sugar and fire lit
where wavelengths in light are most bent
in hindsight, bet your maker meant
to name you Violet.
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"Everything you've ever wanted is on the other side of fear."
-George Addair
Copyright © Quoth Theraven | Year Posted 2022
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