PUT YOUR HAND IN MINE
“Among my stillness was a pounding heart.”
― Shannon A. Thompson, Seconds Before Sunrise
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=uo1xgTb-jM8
DANCE WITH ME – JOHNNY REID
For Michael
How fragile are our memories
a fleeting glance; a glimpse; a thread
as finely woven as a dream
that flies on delicate golden wings
that flutter and dance on southern winds
pulling us up and pushing us down
spinning us dizzily around and around
which way to turn; it does not matter
all things in time will right themselves
for now we revel in the moment
shiny sparkling bubbles unshattered
laying warm and half-remembered
lulled to sleep; fragmented dreams
keep alive those wondrous moments
that made life more than at times it seems
scattered pages of our journals
etched caligraphy maps our faces
we are young still; jumping hurdles
skip through leaves; kicking up the traces
a little smile about our lips
curved above sweet Cupid's bow
sits and does not dare to judge us
never would it sink so low
frowned concentration; dispensation
relieves us from the adult rules
not yet grown-ups; children at heart
we still play; remember school
now I look beyond your eyes
and see a different world
another life path stretched before me
I'm not the same; a different girl
to the one you knew back then
how old were we then; just turned fourteen
how simple everything first seemed
how comedic too; Midsummer Night's Dream
we turned it into a tragedy
me a femme fatale and you a city boy
I laugh out loud now at this memory
before my loving heart betrays me
last I saw you at the lake
sitting silently knees drawn up
head in your arms until you sensed
me close and your gaze took me in
no words were needed; we understood
the Summer's end was here and would
separate us all our lives
you would not return; I walked on by
without a word; our pact intact
when I got home I cried and died
a little death; un petit mort
one of the first scars on my heart
there would be so many more
now in this moment I yearn a little
to think how carelessly and brittle
the words we say “forever and ever”
only mean well sometimes never …
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Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission
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PUT YOUR HAND IN MINE
“Among my stillness was a pounding heart.”
― Shannon A. Thompson, Seconds Before Sunrise
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=uo1xgTb-jM8
DANCE WITH ME – JOHNNY REID
For Michael
How fragile are our memories
a fleeting glance; a glimpse; a thread
as finely woven as a dream
that flies on delicate golden wings
that flutter and dance on southern winds
pulling us up and pushing us down
spinning us dizzily around and around
which way to turn; it does not matter
all things in time will right themselves
for now we revel in the moment
shiny sparkling bubbles unshattered
laying warm and half-remembered
lulled to sleep; fragmented dreams
keep alive those wondrous moments
that made life more than at times it seems
scattered pages of our journals
etched caligraphy maps our faces
we are young still; jumping hurdles
skip through leaves; kicking up the traces
a little smile about our lips
curved above sweet Cupid's bow
sits and does not dare to judge us
never would it sink so low
frowned concentration; dispensation
relieves us from the adult rules
not yet grown-ups; children at heart
we still play; remember school
now I look beyond your eyes
and see a different world
another life path stretched before me
I'm not the same; a different girl
to the one you knew back then
how old were we then; just turned fourteen
how simple everything first seemed
how comedic too; Midsummer Night's Dream
we turned it into a tragedy
me a femme fatale and you a city boy
I laugh out loud now at this memory
before my loving heart betrays me
last I saw you at the lake
sitting silently knees drawn up
head in your arms until you sensed
me close and your gaze took me in
no words were needed; we understood
the Summer's end was here and would
separate us all our lives
you would not return; I walked on by
without a word; our pact intact
when I got home I cried and died
a little death; un petit mort
one of the first scars on my heart
there would be so many more
now in this moment I yearn a little
to think how carelessly and brittle
the words we say “forever and ever”
only mean well sometimes never …
- AP - Copyright © remains with and is the intellectual property of the author
Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission
My picture is a compilation of 2 of my artworks and 2 of my photographs