Once
on the red tyre swing
we swung
in our red tyre dreams
we sung
songs of red
then we began to swing and swang and swung
till the tired red sun shone
throughout the world of a red tired toddler’s mind
the redness spread with tired red hands
and consumed every inch of our tired red skin
and there
under the red tyre swing we sat
swimming in the muggy air
breathing
inhalations and expectations of teens
waiting for a life of red faced busy faced love traced excitement
and then
we sat under that red tyre swing
an old couple looking out
our fond red tinted memories of tyre swinging joy
on the red tyre swing with our red tired limbs
and gray tinted minds with hair that once shone
with joy and laughter
and now here we lie under the red tyre swing
with the same tired red sun
tracing across the skin
with grey skin hair
and eyes
and we close them looking skyward past our red tyre swing
into the red eyelids that are all that remain
of our youth
the only unaffected view
for a couple of youngsters
aching to ride our red tyre swing into the red layered sky
at the sunset of our lives.
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 3:37 PM UTC
rushing
screaming
passing
faster and faster it goes
consumed by the wind and fire
into the eye
calm calm
fear fear
passing
screaming
passing
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC