snippetsongs

Monday, May 9, 2016

hearts aflutter
but minds do wonder
Is this forever?

patches of childhood piled on
top of the other---
Old blankets.

Joyous friends chatting---
their (silent) world crackling bright
in flurried fingers.

whites streak black to pour
brilliant splashes of blue---
She painted water.

Tinted glass---
but she is not blind;
the world is.

...and since I can’t win you

or touch you

but can only long for a decay

that looks faintly like you,

Dorian

will I call you.

I wish you had never happened to me.

I wish you happen to me again and again...

Till it breaks both our hearts?

No, till it makes us one.