Puddles 1/20/10
Shivering
Sitting
On the cold sill of my window
Puddles are growing
The air is growing cold
Children are splashing
Parents are worrying
The sound of the season
Watching
Waiting
Under my blanket inside
Clouds are hovering
Dreams are hovering low
Ready to wash away
But the puddles are here to stay
The lingering season
Perfume on my wrists
To the skin of your back
Back to the beginning.
Pages of worry
Pages of doubt
Pages of us
Darkness takes its toll
To stop the helpless sun
I am not who’s winning.
Minutes of silence
Minutes of deceit
Minutes of listening
Drizzling
Drowning
In the puddles of my own
The wind is stirring
Naïveté is stirring me
Eyes are fixed
We are wandering
The enigma of our season
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
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