New post from Dreamer
Black was the tongue that tied across the
lullaby you last sang. I hoped to meet you
across the heavens and now the cold creeps
up my arm. For loud screamed those silver bells
you left behind to chime. And now in blacks I
hope to thrive to the melodies you left aside.
Was it the time, the four words I refused to
whisper back that kept your scent to linger by?
Or was it the jewelry I never wore to keep it
next to my heart? Oh dear, wouldn't I walk a
million miles if it was next to you that I could
find… My dear, wouldn't I try a thousand more?
And for them could I leave my golds and silvers.
And for them would I part myself a thousand ways.
And for them could I plead till the throats run dry.
Dark were the nights I ran in threads to meet.
the shadows that left. Was it happiness that they
dreaded and wished to drain me of?
Was it twenty seconds or twenty weeks, to stand
in avar, with broken smiles and promises?
To return to places that aren't cynefins.
To feel the vacant gazes and the empty hopes
Was this, my love, a “forever”?
And now my dear, now I let you go……