Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Indian Summer Heat...
Lying here
In this Indian Summer heat
The softness of this bed
And the distant hum of the world
Just beyond my open window
Reminds me of times not too long ago
Where all there was
Was you and me
And our flesh
And our souls
And something greater than we ever could have imagined
Contained within these four white walls.
The poems
The notes
The songs
And the pictures of the way things once were
Are now tucked away
In my dusty memory box of surreality
Only to be revisited
When I no longer carry this heavy heart.
It all seems like such a
Far a way dream now
A dream in which I wake up
Painfully longing
For all that was created
In my imagination the night before.
But now
Lying here
Body heavy with sleep
I’ll roll over to the side of the bed
In which you slept
Close my eyes
Take a deep breath
And try to mend this broken heart
So that one day
I will be able to revisit
Those perfect memories
And greet them
Not with remorse
But with a smile…
In this Indian Summer heat
The softness of this bed
And the distant hum of the world
Just beyond my open window
Reminds me of times not too long ago
Where all there was
Was you and me
And our flesh
And our souls
And something greater than we ever could have imagined
Contained within these four white walls.
The poems
The notes
The songs
And the pictures of the way things once were
Are now tucked away
In my dusty memory box of surreality
Only to be revisited
When I no longer carry this heavy heart.
It all seems like such a
Far a way dream now
A dream in which I wake up
Painfully longing
For all that was created
In my imagination the night before.
But now
Lying here
Body heavy with sleep
I’ll roll over to the side of the bed
In which you slept
Close my eyes
Take a deep breath
And try to mend this broken heart
So that one day
I will be able to revisit
Those perfect memories
And greet them
Not with remorse
But with a smile…
# posted by HearrrMeRoarrr @ 10:14 AM 
