Petals In the Whisper Wind
Petals in the whisper wind
which fell from your hair, past your face, my friend
which graced muddy ground with their skin pink soft
and silently slipped from our minds
We walked down the street with our arms entwined,
with the wind at our feet and our hearts on our minds,
The blossom of cherry behind your left ear,
fell silent, as anxious as us to hear
Dropping our guards as she dropped all her petals
Slipping the night into pockets unfettered
Holding our slim, whispered words in orbit
Pausing in retrospect so the other absorbed it
We walked passed the library bulging with voices
of archaic love and incredible choices
of dust and of drab and of life yet unlived
We walked arm in arm like we'd something to give
to the streets, to the air, to the whisper wind frost
which will haul into winter and tell us we're lost
Lost without flowers and lost without souls
Lost as the clock ticks one moment to old
Petals in this whisper wind
which fell from your hair, past your face, my friend
Let's stop in our stride and bend low to the ground
savoring spring while we're still to be found...
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
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