Slipping and Slipping Again
I slipped on a teardrop and landed
deep in the well of a dream
I cannot remember what brought me here
but I know that I've been here before
Beyond the iron gate, alone
I read your name, through tall weeds, grown
A vigil, where the mossy stones
cleave to the breast of wasted years
I feel you standing here with me
deep in the shadows, where I am drawn
Where whimpering trees, brown grass and weeds
are dripping with morning rain
I slipped on a teardrop and landed
into a web, that pulls me in
that tugs at me with silken thread
A withered garland, black with dread
It calls me to hear the wind
and where dust to dust, of what has been
Of quietude, and vague recall
that falters in the falling leaves
Yet alters what I've always known
I slipped on a teardrop and landed
into the recess of thin-leafed songs
Places recalled, that can't be seen
carved into granite years
Behind the gates where you have lain
sharing earth with dried up tears
Defying the time that lies between
I'm slipping and slipping again
I see your name, through tall weeds, grown
A vigil now, where mossy stones
are remembering the wasted years
Between us now, I feel the cold
Defying all lucid reasoning
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Contest: "I Slipped On A Teardrop and Landed"
Sponsor: Cindi Rockwell
6/21/16
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2016
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