Monday, November 15, 2004

Breathe You Pretty

Fell over my head and wouldn't come up
Pushed away and now feel the loss
Your silence deafens the darkest point of the night
I'd climb that mountain if you had not been the one to put it there
All because I left these words too long

Time felt early even though the sky looked late
Like a winter's day when twighlight comes so soon
I grieve the space between my feelings and what became reality
Standing, looking for the swirl of colors that floated before my eyes
Seeing shadows of the life rearranged and turned
Feeling it all over again would float me away, eagerly
It would not happen with you
Yet I still breathe you pretty

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