Sunday, November 4, 2007
`no longer.
What with blooming dandelions,
when the wind stops.
What with the ends of a rainbow,
when dreams aren't weaved.
What with that little red umbrella,
when the rain stops.
What with the hues on her cheeks,
when she stops breathing.
What with that woven grass ring,
when it turns yellow.
What with the wings of that butterfly,
when it no longer flies.
What with the tears of old,
when there's no reason to cry.
What with that thornless flower,
when it doesn't bloom.
What with that stinging feeling,
when it's all you ever felt.
What with the closest distance,
when a hug you cannot give.
What with the silent whispers,
when those were blatant lies.
What with the secrets never kept,
when the words betray your masquerade.
What with the raining stars,
when a wish you cannot make.
What with the fading memories,
when they were never yours
What with your favourite colours,
when you can never paint.
What with those secret numbers,
when you forget what they mean.
What with the little stories told,
once upon a time.
They are no longer.
Merely a forgotten past.
No longer.
Don't even try.
2:26 AM; `dead.Y