The heart writes words unabashed,
Colors washed away by time in flight.
But on tip toe they stand, they sneak
Through fractured walls of thought,
And into a wide expanse of calm
Creating ripples I dared, once fought.
She walked through threads of memory
And broke them with ease.
I followed suit putting it all together--
Find the ends and tie without cease.
My feet finally caught on tangled strings
Stumbled hard on knobby knees
I watched as she walked on,
Eyes locked where time actually freeze.
No comments:
Post a Comment