She Would Lay In the Wind
Shadows fell softly
on her velvety kiss.
My first memory of
this evening...
This troubling illusion
keeps tricking my mind.
Yet, all alone is where I find me.
I remember her coffee colored eyes
when she started to stir.
Hours on end she would
lay in the wind and smile.
Oh, the secrets keep dripping
beneath the chrysalis crack,
the shell has been broken,
and she's not coming back.
I paint lonely bridges to nowhere,
I write poetry that nobody reads.
I lay on the bank and I always think
it's my crazy mind her memory feeds.
I turn over in this twisted twilight,
to be saturated by an insane rain.
There's not a tsunami big enough
to wash away all of this pain.
So take it easy on my memory,
though the moon is so easily lit.
There's a haunting desire, our moon's still on fire...
I wish you were easier to forget!
Copyright © Red Barchettadrive | Year Posted 2015
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