Saturday, July 27, 2013

the passed

I took my favorite arrangement of your words
And tried to make of them a home
I made an engraving of something you said
To adorn the entrance of my heart's museum

You spoke in lakes, open fields and valleys
I spoke in cages and metal chinks of gates snapping shut
I saw in black and white residues
Like a photograph you live through on playback

I made footholds from your promises
So you could see me hanging
Off a ledge that was never ours

I forgot how to accept the passing of seasons
I tried to lock away the summer sun in your eyes
As if light could be contained
I embraced the night because I had betrayed the dawn