Between the Lines
I watched it disappear,
the strength that use to claim me.
Its arms reaching up to my window.
That window of dreams
and the crossing over of you,
the climbing into and the shadows
walking towards me
down the hallway.
It will give me reality warmth now,
that old warmth of imagination and poetry
soon to become ashes,
some of which I shall contain
and place with my words
of a hopeful love.
The latent falling of its leaves
piled high, raked with the loss,
no longer able to be enjoyed,
just another memory of change...
joining the silence of you.
"Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less."
[This message has been edited by nakdthoughts (01-03-2006 06:24 PM).]