Cotton clouds scratched across as the morning climbs into my blues
Cold winds rise shoplifting the warmth of the sun
Time hurdles like a river and I’m drowning,
Quietly,
Eyes calling out for some comfort,
Submerged, face first, in the question Why
The word draws a bridge before my door,
Question,
Have you ever built a bridge and watched it fall before your eyes?
I have,
Bringing home the reality of inevitable withdrawal,
I knew I hadn’t met my match, and yet I don’t know why I let myself,
Let myself get so attached,
I’ve noticed I’m rather blind,
Probably as to why I dare not to acknowledge the fine light exposing the soft silhouette of the love I left in the dark corner of the room,
A haunting silence fills the air before the whispers panic into my ears,
Lick over my eyes,
Consume my dreams,
What a girl like me got if not her dreams?
I ask,
I’ve loved love until color fades,
I’ve been crushed and put aside,
My souls been psychedelic…
for you,
I’ve looked for an exit sign to lead me on my way,
But only found your barriers, and your name,
The first flying thing in the room without you ever entering,
So I sit and stare, listen to the Earth’s affairs,
trees twist in the wind, as I feel every movement I make,
Needing the breath I must take to move…
on…
