This is the hour, my dear ones

When it wishes to run, and has no ground to stand on

When its eyes widen in terror, and it still does not see

When it screams the loudest, and breathes the least

When it clutches the tightest, and weighs the most

Imaginary tether
Wishing for the lightness of a feather
As if it weren’t escorted there
By its own two feet

A voice as soft as silk
It wraps me oh so tight
Sweet as condensed milk
Makes my world feel bright

It soothes my aching heart
I cling to every word
Each one a piece of art
The song of my lovebird

Trying to break this cycle of crazy
Turned away from all those things
What once matter is now worthless
Doing the work struggling alone
Approval now longer required
Reached out now forgotten
Bad memories remain escape the pain

When we were young we loved so much
The plans we made and the time we lost
Together we learned to face our fears
It was just another time of years

We lived, we loved and we tried so hard
We watched our children grow
We made our place and we cried our tears
It was just another time of years

Now it’s time we are looking back
We both know where we’ve been
We stood strong beside all our piers
It’s just another time of years

I tried to write a poem

I didn’t like it, the words slipped through my mind like water in the drain

There has to be a way

I’ll try for you

The girl with the ginger hair
I saw her in my dream
Like an angel from the heavens
Eyes green like the wild
and
Hair flowing in the wind

I hope she remembers me when i’m gone

The Girl With The Ginger Hair