Sleeping in avenues of yesterday,
ago in an innocent and pure faith.Closing ends of open songs, givingthem the rest they so deserve afterall these years.
Drinking in bittersweet memories with aplomb, taking turns listening and looking at each one.
All of it having to be lived and experienced in individual personal ways.Expecting to be done and then being surprised with memories not really forgotten, just pushed down to live with their presence.
Pining for a walkway to the clouds above, hoping to establish a foothold beyond earth’s atmosphere.
Curious, I wonder if they have aromas, textures, or if they might taste good besides.Clouds always touching my mind, why can’t I touch them?
Wishing upon future stars, looking down upon me,
on to their beauty as I fall asleep.Keeping thoughts of them closely encased in mydreams, along with their memories.Beautiful to recall on lonely, gray eveningsspent in silent growing sorrow.
Swaying with unfelt emotion pulling at my heartstrings,
Tallying up pretenses of imagination’s focus, weavingthem into magical patterns, catching sunlight in prismsof crystals and affixing them to cacti in desert gardensabove.
Waves flowing and ebbing over me, at times thrashing with emotions,
Shards of sadness rip and tear me as I wallow alone in a life only Ican justify through poetry.