Reflections of Her As I Kiss the Ceiling
reflections of her as i kiss the ceiling
i become lost in thoughts warm and maternal as the new spider in the corner wonders who i am
so many think i am strange in an isolated state now, but especially at this time
most try to see if my brain is actually an instrument of percussion, but i am way beyond the regulars' thought processes
i am seeing mirrors similar to childhood fun houses, but then i see her
the warm smile easily gives here away
i lose the battle of wits with my tears
she kept her promise and came for a visit
she opens her arms to me and welcomes me in with confirmation
i am that slightly spoiled boy again with my head on her right bosom
i tell her i miss her and i love her
i then ask her if we could, just her and me, to the beach one more time just for old times sake
she replies with a sad shake of her head and as she slowly fades away she whispers back to me....'TIME'
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